小さなもの。

 

I hope a little celebration finds its way to me someday.
And to you, too.
It doesn't have to be loud—
Just something warm.
A quiet kind of celebration, soft and gentle,
that wraps around the heart like sunlight through the trees.

「祝福」という言葉、そのあたたかさが恋しくて。

 浮かんできた言葉を、AIへぽつりぽつりと投げかけながら、

壁打ちのようにやりとりをしていました。 そうして生まれた、

小さな詩のようなものです。 

The word “celebration”—its warmth was something I longed for.
Gently, I tossed the words that came to mind toward the AI,
as if playing wall-ball with my thoughts.
And from that quiet exchange, a small poem was born.

That night, I was deeply yearning for warmth.
I don’t understand English well,
but from a single word—celebrate—typed with uncertain spelling,
this little poem came into being.

photo from odan