The fish in the water is silent.
The animal on the earth is noisy.
The bird in the air is singing.
But man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth, and the music of the air.
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water.
Will you carry the burden of their lameness?