The army ants march in a momentous percussion,
Keeping the timing of tenor toned sparrows.
The caustic, quivering chorus of tree cicadas
Raises the humming baritone bumblebees from dormancy.
The bow of the wind strikes symphonic tree limbs-
Play, Play, nature’s violin!
Telephones, city cars, calling friends, barking dogs,
Are a kin to sudden blasts from brass.
All complete the orchestra, not one is excluded-
Somewhere, a conductor smiles in satisfaction.
Another day has ended, our luminous moon-
Is exalted by the placid cellos of shadowy crickets
Wow, it was all in perfect harmony. Sparrows are definitely tenors. I think Crows must be bass. I loved the concert. The ending was soft and peaceful. I like the conductor smiling to himself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Haha, thank you very much!