風が吹く度 空は磨かれていく
前足を振り上げて
雲が山を飛び越えようとしている
川の編み目に光の粒が絡まり
歩けば木の葉がついて来て
味わう空気に苦味は無く
今日の幸を 私は受けた
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Every time a wind blows,
The sky gets polished more and more.
Clouds swing up the legs on their fore
For the mountains to jump over.
Caught in the mesh of a river
Are the light like beads.
And fallen leaves follow my leads.
I breathe in. There’s no bitterness in the air.
All of these mean that a blessing was given as my today’s share.