A poem :)

Learning from Miyazawa Kenji Sama
September 26, 2011

The morning blazes with the song of crows,
They can be heard at every tree.
Bicycles zip through traffic as smooth as steps,
Their bells crying the approach.
Trains fill with "cool biz" wearers,
white shirts, shiny shoes, raccoon eyes.
Smoke, seaweed, bread, rain, plants; every scent combines,
making a feast that wafts.
Children stare with innocent lack of subtlety,
Midori compared to kuroi is sharp.
The world is a shade of the best colors,
So bright and real under a humid sky.
Daily, thousands of people are viewed,
None more than once.
Ibaraki Osaka, no where can be more beautiful,
Or more fitting to my hearts puzzle.

Taleah Elizabeth Cox