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ãToday's Essayã
Some people are like spring sunlight; just by being there, they soften the mood of a place.
They don't raise their voice, nor push to the front.
They simply spread their branches wide and take many people into their shade.
The easy ones and the slightly difficult ones alike â all taken in with the same generosity.
Even without standing at the top, it is because that tree is there that the place keeps turning, I think.
ãToday's Tankaã
In the spring wind,
spreading its branches,
a great tree â
here everyone
gathers and finds rest.
And so â enjoy the rest of your day.
From Mount Fuji in Japan, to you.
Bon-chan