Yellow harp…

While the wind is blowing At the entrance of the blind school In the field of the field blooming I met a yellow bell like a bell Suzu Suzu ... phosphorus phosphorus ... Shake like a sound is ringing The yellow catch is trembling Today's spring in spring was cold. To make us stand out under a big tree I am here! Not to say It was blooming. It was my daughter who found out Daddy flowers are in bloom I usually like flowers I am in front of my daughter Talk to a small wild flower To my daughter who taught me by pulling my hand While pretty cute Hello I called out to the flowers It seemed to be replying while trembling My daughter is watching what I do Look at the figure and smile. Small flowers and small happiness in front of the two He was trembling and trembling ...             The poet ~ Now person ...