A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
- Walt Whitman
Comes up smelling like roses
- Thom Bodebt
If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft,
And of thy meager store
Two loaves alone to thee are left,
Sell one, and with the dole
Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.
- Sheikh Muslih-uddin Saadi Shirazi
The old tree is shook
White blossoms slowly float down
Dancers in the wind
- Alexandra Kim