A moment of wind,
Scatters the cherry blossoms.
They fall to the ground.
The eagle in flight,
He is beauty, power, strength. Yet,
Supported by just air.
The tall old building,
Once the place of kings of men,
Crumbles silently.
A flash of lightning,
it lasts only one moment.
But causes fire.
The flower grows bright,
It gets more beautiful daily.
Then it must wither.
Pale moon, it hovers,
Its cold sweet light cuts the dark.
Clarity reflected.
The cold snow falls now,
Icy pain. Reminding me,
That spring still exists.
The small fire fly
Has a mystical beauty,
Only seen at night.
