Straybirds ofsummer

come to my window

to sing and fly away.~
     

Andyellowleaves

of autumn

which have no songsflutter and fall there

witha sign~

O Troupe of little vagrants of theworld

leaveyourfootprints 

in my words~

Lifeisa chain of moments of enjoyment, not only aboutsurvival

When you reach for thestars you may not quite get one,
but you won't come up with a handful of mud either.

Tosee a world in a grain of sand. And a heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand. And eternity in anhour