I was little when my family took for a walk to the trees behind our house.
My father brought a radio cassette-tape recorder, and a vinyl umbrella, even though it did not look like it would rain.
I think it was on the way to the jinja (shinto shrine), or past the jinja, my father put the recorder on the ground.
My mother might have said he was going to record the voice of cicada.
He opened the clear vinyl umbrella, and put it by the recorder.
I think at that time he might have said it would record better that way.
I looked up. far above the branches and the trees where cicada sounds,
I found the sky.
Noise of cicada filled among trees,
then faded into the sky.