ForestI am walking alone, I go into a forest, I heard a soft sound.
I don't know what it is. But it feels like a bud from a flower, so weak.
I go more deep to the forest. I heard something expanding sound audible, like Spring.
Next I feel something sprout beginning delicately, like new green leaves.
And now, I found a beginning that, I feel, because, next I heard popping sound, like flowers blooming.
Now, I heard of you. And us little by little, dazzling, river water waving, flooding and .....
Oh, I am in a bliss.
I made this poem for dear.