Tanka

 

The evening wind

Blowing through darkling valley

Humming of crickets

Play in a big shrubbery

As wind rushing past

The fallen blossoms

In the early morning time’

Under the fresh trees

Seem like white and green carpet

Covered by a spray of mist

The winter large ’clouds

Floating at the horizon

Blown by mighty wind

To a long wide arranged field.

Crows shriek noisily humming