early Spring morning
a lark flew into my house
perched upon a hat
noticed its crest and recalled
the 'Songbird'—my childhood's song
That sounds like a bit of joy; the kind of event that inspires poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lark of Spring morning motivates mind and still dew sings beautiful songs of hope and joy. Childhood comes within mind and this motivates memories to shine within. This is an excellent Tanka definitely...10