O morning breeze, has the bud tied its travel-baggage onto its shoulder? We look at everyone here as though we are preparing to depart.

Mir captures the fleeting nature of life through a delicate garden image. He asks the morning breeze if the tightly closed bud has strapped a traveler's pack to its shoulder, ready to depart the moment it blossoms. In that same quiet way, we mortals look at everyone around us with farewell in our eyes, always poised for our own inevitable journey.