The green trees have grown up in front of my window, like the longing voice of the mute earth.
God's own morning is new to Himself.
Life gets assets from the world, love gives it value.
A dry riverbed is not grateful for its past.
The bird wishes to be a cloud.
Yuner would like to be a bird.
The waterfall sang: "I will sing when I am free."
I am >K*L