"Little wind, blow on the hill-top,
Little wind, blow down the plain;
Little wind, blow up the sunshine,
Little wind, blow off the rain."(Kate Greenaway, no title, in Under the Window: Pictures & Rhymes for Children)Seraing (B)
“Red leaf, gold leaf, Flutter down the wind: Life is brief, oh! life is brief, But Mother Earth is kind; From her dear bosom ye shall spring To new blossoming.”
“What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images …”