Each Morning

When swallows in my cherry tree would twitter, warm sun rays through eastern window enter, the sound of temple bells echo across houses, the tiny round dew drops shine on leafy grasses, the chicks in their nests open their reddish beaks, their mothers fly close to sea, for mouthful feasts, the monks start singing hymns in sweet voices, the priests offer prayers of their choices. Then, my daughter, I realize that it is time of dawning, For me, to flash back our lovely memories, each morning.