I remember reading a Basho haiku that really inspired me. My girlfriend had Motor Neurone Disease and showed the poem to me. I forget the simplicity of the haiku, word for word, but it was about a wood and rope-bridge in a jungle that swayed noisily in the wind, and when people crossed it. As time went by, the jungle's vines stopped the swaying and the noise. Basho said all that in 3 short lines of art.