|◎露珠 文/ 玉上烟|
|◎A Bead of Dew |
Except for the fragrance of a cherry tree and
The murmurs from a few moving worms in the growth of grass,
All creatures on earth are lying motionless in their dreams.
On the lips of a yellowish wild flower stays
A wonderful dewdrop,
Plump and translucent, with a bit of coolness.
I gaze fixedly at it until it is blown off by a breeze
It dies so noiselessly that I
Too late to give a cry, too late to act as the dew in the breeze
Shivering lightly for an instant.