What used to be a watery space
Where egrets fed on loaches
And frogs, is now a different place
Growing cabbage and leeks,
And only gods know where
The egret flies and seeks,
Elegant-white in the air,
Looking for the rice paddies
No longer there...
I wish I could explain,
About man's-made change,
Why things don't always remain...
I wish I could still see the egrets,
That things stay the same...
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