How can I be sad here
With the brilliant oranges?
Silver white snow
On the mountains
Like the white haired
Beloved people who have been comforting.

Birds singing of joy.
The willow tree has put
On her grand evening dress
For the occasion of Joy at Meadowlark. Violets aren't even shy here -
I can learn from violets -
When big green leaves
Try and cover them,
They find a place to show.
A palm branch has died
But new green branches grow.

So will I - maybe!
A wooden swing waits for me
To swing on it.