Image) The Unknown
In the still air, with no wind at all,A quiet leaf falls—whose footsteps are those?After endless rain, through the cracks in dark clouds,I see glimpses of blue—whose face is that?In a forest with no flowers,Through moss and ancient stones,A scent floats by—whose breath could it be?From some distant place,A tiny stream winds around rocks,Whose song echoes in its gentle flow?Like a lotus, soft fee..