I survey the beauty of the lake
in the Spring evening sunshine.
In a far-off corner the rippling
of the water reveals a silent breeze,
while the liquid surface before me
retains its silent harmony.

The bursts of bird song
fill the twilight space,
while in the distance
a goose lets out its harsh cry,
and the call of the grebe,
and the silence of the swan
fill the half-light.