earth speaks in colours,
the fields of mustard tremble
with shouts of joy
earth speaks in colours,
the fields of mustard tremble
with shouts of joy
waste time
under the late cherry,
instead of words…
a blossom cool spell
petals almost fade
at grey sunset…
a bloom so strong
all lips burst with praise –
azalea shrub…

spring paddy fields –
or is on it the skies
we plant rice?