Spring:
A hill without a
Veiled in morning mist.
The beginning of autumn:
Sea and emerald
Both the same green.
The winds of
Blow: yet still
The chestnut husks.
A flash of lightning:
Into the
Goes the heron's cry.
Spring:
A hill without a
Veiled in morning mist.
The beginning of autumn:
Sea and emerald
Both the same green.
The winds of
Blow: yet still
The chestnut husks.
A flash of lightning:
Into the
Goes the heron's cry.