In the morning while the sun is yawning and the dew is falling,
the willow hangs its silver leaves down to the water’s edge.
Butterflies flit above the daisies, dancing with the wind.
- Yone Noguchi
In the morning while the sun is yawning and the dew is falling,
the willow hangs its silver leaves down to the water’s edge.
Butterflies flit above the daisies, dancing with the wind.