There must be a better way to make the things we want, a way that doesn't spoil the sky, or the rain or the land.

The way a crow Shook down on me. The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood. And saved some part Of a day I had rued.

Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.

YOU are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side,' said the dewdrop to the lake.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.

In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.