At The Point When Affection Is Not

For Even In Dreams A Good Deed Is Not Lost.

A Friar Who Asks Alms For God's Sake Begs For Two.

Green Is The Prime Color Of The World, And That From Which Its Loveliness Arises.

In This Treacherous World Nothing Is The Truth Nor A Lie. Everything Depends On The Color Of The Crystal Through Which One Sees It

Light-enchanted Sunflower, Thou Who Gazest Ever True And Tender On The Sun's Revolving Splendour.