Do the morning birds believe they summon the sun?
As though their dawn-songs draw it up over the hills.
If they did not sing day would never come!
If they never sang I would never wake,
And again set eyes on the ones I love.

Little Spring Bird

So much to do, future seeking,
Still enough time to admire
The little spring bird.

So busy right now, outward striving,
Yet there is time to meditate
On the sparkling pond.

So preoccupied at present
With what must be done,
Cold clouds obscure my purpose.

Waiting for the sun to shine again.

Waiting for the diving duck to emerge
From his hunting.

Waiting for the little spring bird
To sing.