公園。

你在一個濛濛的早晨醒來，公園草長露清。
一人帶著他的小狗走來，不打擾你，
你知即使無人的地方，
他也不喧嘩。

狗狗奔著不值錢的木棍跑去，叼回，再跑去，
最後把木棍留在原地。
人變了更好的人，
狗也變了更好的狗。

You wake to a misty morning.
The grass in the park glistens with dew.
A man walks by with his dog;
he does not break the quiet.
You know, even when unseen,
he moves without a sound.

The dog runs after a worthless stick,
returns, and runs.
Leaves the stick where it was.
The man becomes a better man;
the dog, a better dog.