At The Ancient Pond The

Felling A Tree And Gazing At The Cut End - Tonight's Moon

Come, Butterfly It's Late- We've Miles To Go Together.

From All These Trees, In The Salads, The Soup, Everywhere, Cherry Blossoms Fall.

Awakened At Midnight By The Sound Of The Water Jar Cracking From The Ice

Do Not Seek To Follow In The Footsteps Of The Wise. Seek What They Sought.