| An-Yi: | You know, I'm lost. The private exultations of most poets are indecipherable. |
| Daiki: | Perhaps the best way to understand poem is to envision it in terms of your own experience. You enjoy spring, right? |
| An-Yi: | Yeah. |
| Daiki: | And sometimes feel almost giddy when surrounded by fragrant blossoms, right? |
| An-Yi: | Sure. It's a typical reaction. |
| Daiki: | The rest of the poem is just filler: that feeling of fresh joy is all that counts. |
As sunlight fattens the hours of each day
and night whispers softly while count
less creatures rivet, humm, coo, croak, croon, 'n
yelp in desire to mate the air turns rip
e with the fragrance of blossoms as thick cotton c
louds congeal into thunderheads as st
reams swell from copious rains the land
turns lush in explosions of col
or as the earth be
comes green!
