Life is one long process of getting tiered...

Lightly, quickly, soft,
A bird song
Climbs the sky as day
   begins.
I listen --- it is gone.
It seemed to stop only because
   I listened.

Never, never in anything---
At dawn, in splendid daylight,
Or in the golden sunset---
Have I found
A pleasure that would last
Beyond the nothingness,
   the loss,
   before coming
To enjoy it.