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In Okazaki Park, where children play,
A priest in stained robes of dusk did sway.
Amidst the leaves, he knelt to prey,
In bushes deep, he chose to stay.
Silent whispers to the night,
Moonlight cast a silver light.
Mysteries cloaked in solemn rite,
In the stillness, faith took flight.
A guardian of secrets, unseen yet near,
In nature's heart, his spirit clear.
Okazaki's whispers, soft to hear,
A priest’s devotion, and a child's fear.