Impromptu (An Incidental Poem)
When a mind has a thing to rest on, it is constantly calm;
Flavors last longest if they are not sought after.
A child tries to snap the fluff of willows,
It matters nothing if he does not catch anything.
Where sunlight does not reach,
Moss chooses to settle down.
Its flowers tiny as grains of rice
Learn to bloom like peonies.
Sighted (What Enters my Eyes)
A cowherd riding a yellow cow,
The woods echo with his tunes.
Suddenly, he stands still, silent,
For he wants to catch a cicada.