A Chirp in November

Rokko Mountains trail
Down to Arima in November, 2014

Forests are good not only just for bathing,

But also are they merciful, for passing through 

Your difficult time.



For the time being, 

I Look up at these trees go up straight ahead. 

Into the blue and white sky, spotless and cool.



They just like evacuating gloomy bush beneath, 

Like having no second thought, but only pursue.


Is it a hallucination? Or is it a tweet? 

Whispering birds twigged breathe into my heart,


"You still walk down there, kiddo?

C'mon out! Fly! Have fun up here!"


Yes, I think I hear it sometimes, 

Especially on a fine and chilly November day.    ao

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