Clouds of yesterday
Have vanished in the blue sky;
Just a white streak left.


Last week in April;
Baby goat comes to greet Spring;
A wobbly welcome.

Tiny blue flowers
Dotting the wide green carpet
Whispering "spring time."











The magic moss lawn
Gently embraces the sun
With a soft green kiss.









Soft morning sunshine
Gently molds the rocks and trees,
Hinting light and dark.


Bird calls on the right
Answered by one on the left.
What do they discuss?

Silver liquid light
Trickles down from the mountain
On the stream's shoulders.












Waterfall of fern
Cascades over the rock face
Draping it in green.