Looking at nogikus,
I hear the sound of flowing water.
In a sunken place of the field of the nogikus,
a spring was bubbling up.
Looking at the flowers of the nogikus,
I hear the chirping of crickets.
At the base of the grass in the field of the nogikus,
insects hid and lived.
As I gazed at the nogikus,
clouds passed overhead.
The shadows of the clouds floating and flowing,
across the sky moved over the field where the flowers bloomed.
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