大地 Dadi

I always appreciate golden greens
Overgrowing the splendor of sakura
Yet piercing the eyes with a dew shining
In early spring’s fantasy orchestra,
For they will soon overwhelmingly replace
By merrily quivering notes thriving
All the transient noise of shallow ‘nd dull voice
With the power of Nature’s magic wands.
Oh, How I admire you, young graduates,
For paths are your initiatives, not rates,
For time is your humble slave, not master,
For dreams are your in-fashion keys, not toys,
For what I used to misuse, you now enjoy,
And what you here possess, I miss dearly.

（composed in 2010, revised in 2014,
published in K. J. Head, P. Blessinger(Eds.), Teaching as a human experience: An anthology of contemporary poems. Cambridge: Cambridge Scholars Publishing.）