“How do you know when spring arrives?”

When my paintbrush first dips into green,

I know spring is about to come.

I asked a stream,

“How do you know where you’re flowing?”

When I look at my tail,

I know where my end will be.

“But I’ve forgotten where my paintbrush is,” the seed said.

“Can you help me find it?”

“Of course!”

So I buried the seed in the soil of the yard.

“Sometimes it’s so big I dare not look straight at it!” the stream exclaimed.

“Do you know why sometimes I can’t see my tail clearly?”

“Let me think…”

It might be the tail end of countless tiny streams.