Looking at Parables

Morning rays shine

With warming love;

Swaying trees stretch

Toward heaven above.

Cheerful birds in chorus

Offer their praise.

Looking at parables

Each of my days.

Black clouds come,

With wind's strong roar.

Dead limbs crash,

In union no more.

Little sparrow falls,

Wings no longer raise.

Looking at parables

Each of my days.

Whether cloudless sky

Or drops of rain;

Sown seed growing

Or bringing no gain;

Be it gathering flock

Or owl's lone gaze.

He says that I am

Looking at parables

Each of my days.