Driving
Under the bottomless blue sky woolly
clouds are floating
Cutting the wind over the wilderness of Musashino
I drive a bike at full acceleration
Out of the countless invisible tiny hard buds
The wings of beeches, oaks, keyaki, cherries and
other deciduous trees
Emit an immensely huge energy under the ground
Quietly towards the unlimited space
Releasing the inaudible shouts into the sky
Roaring the engine
Scattering exhausted gas
Making itself sing its own ruin
The bike dashes in mid winter air