Beneath the blooming cherry tree
A Blossom fluttered down to me.
It slipped into my open hand
And rested there as light as air.
That fist stayed closed
It would not open, I missed you so much that I felt so broken.
Then I found hope, atlas I unclenched my first. For today the blooming cherry tree shared it's secret thought with me.
"I must live with open hand, If another Blossom is to land."
