There Is Nothing You Can See That

Every Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.

Without Bitterest Cold That Penetrates To The Very Bone, How Can Plum Blossoms Send Forth Their Fragrance All Over The World?

Come, Butterfly It's Late- We've Miles To Go Together.

Ballet In The Air... Twin Butterflies Until, Twice White They Meet, They Mate

The Basis Of Art Is Change In The Universe.