the young morning

I want to wake to a young morning and the cock's crow.

I want to sink my hands into the earth, or the sea.

I want to smell a radish pulled from my land,

I want to know the time to reap, the time to sow.

It's time we went back to the ground

This isn't how it's meant to be.

I want to see you in the young morning,

The life we've forgotten, found.

If I take a life, it's to nourish another.

My love, my brother, my neighbour, my friend.

I'll bid you hello in the young morning,

we'll be well met this day or t'other.

I want to measure my days in the turn of the season,

I want to be remembered by my children and well tilled earth.

I'll remember you as I saw you this young morning,

At the end of this day, in the winter season.

-desu