Do you see?
The flower's lip has changed color, the leaves have turned yellow.
The season evokes a more melancholic atmosphere.
In this place,
The funny cricket folds its legs in the morning dew.
A lingering laugh echoes from yesterday.
I lingered on every blade of grass.
waiting for harvest
And you, I'm sure, will follow the scent to sing on the porch.
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