A.

The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.

B.

The bird wishes it were a cloud.

The cloud wishes it were a bird.

C.

The waterfall sing, "I find my song, when I find my freedom."

D.

The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.

E.

The sun goes to cross the Western sea, leaving its last salutation to the East.