Author Hiroaki Sato New grass sprouts from the earth in the fine rain, the whole garden covered with a carpet of faint mist. All at once it grows in slow, ample green, secretly pregnant with how many kinds of reds? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments