The spring has passed and the summer come again
The new leaves glisten and twinkle in lush green
Beyond the fields and hills, where the fog dissipated
they rustle in the wind longingly
The sea of deep green burst into sprouts
As I walk alone in a small lane
Before I realized, my mind silently drifts
to remembrance of things past that tinged my heart with joy
I can hear poetry coming from a far distance
as the crisp-sounding echoes ring
I am surrounded by the everlasting nature
and the clear, fresh scent of the deep grove
The sound of bells jingling “ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling”
as I wander through the fields and hills
The sound of old rivers, gushing and rushing, crisp and clear
my heart is soothed and calmed by them
The white plumes of hare’s-tail cottongrass that color the meadow
whispering softly and swaying in the summer breeze
they gently take off and drift in the air, surrounding me
If you listen careful, you can hear them
the rustling leaves singing a gentle song
the vast wetland that I feel with all my five senses
and the clear, fresh scent of the flowers
“In this season of fragrant early summer, the mizubashou in beautiful full bloom is an highlight. At Italy-kun’s house, I heard that this is when the fields are completely covered in deliciously ripe tomatoes… I would most definitely want to visit them one day.”
The water surface that glitters under the sunlight shining through the leaves
shines in a vibrant copper green
When I gaze upon it from the small lane lined with Japanese white birch
my soul is healed by the world of soft colors
I look up towards the hill of fresh grass
and the blue-purple flowers that covers it
I’m surrounded by all these beautiful vivid colors
and the clear, fresh scent of the early summer
