Hey! Sweet friend.
Did I tell you of the time?
I slept under the cherry blossom tree.
No, I do not think I did, now did I friend?
Surely I did not tell you of the time when I felt so free.
With sweet, sweet blossoms falling to the ground,
So slow and almost, just almost without a sound.
So peaceful were their movements just like the only heart
that beat under its branches and over its roots, in harmony with one another.
That moment was as soft as it was kind, a softness produces only as an art.
As the wind picked up, so did my heart, so did my soul.
The blood in my being moved with the speed of the winded
sakura petals all around me and in that moment the ground, the air and I were one,
just as it was meant to be, earth with earth, dust with dust.
Till the wind slowed down and to the ground my spirit rooted
In that moment I felt what no man on earth could teach me
That one thing that comes naturally to man, to feel love I think it should be
And in the heart of my soul, a demon of numbness was uprooted
The soft petals in the slowing wind caressed my skin
In that moment, as they brought me back to the ground, they knew we were one kin
On my soft lips a little soft grin
and peace from Within.
To an unknown associate.
