As the Sakura fall

Scatter, like the sakura blossom

as it departs from the trees;

Watch the sorrowful branches weep tears of pink, and

bask in the sweet dew of a new morning;

May the sunrise slow, as the creatures of midnight sing

Breath deeply, Breath slowly,

Allow the mist to brush your skin

Like the silken petals, as they fill the air

There with one breath,

then gone again

Dance gently,

As if not a soul looked on,

Feel the wind blow as you become one;

Taste, the dew from nature’s lips,

and smell, the scent of life,

as it weaves, and slips

Do not fight these fleeting gifts

For they will be gone, before you can resist

Do not deny, the morning’s sweet call;

For it will be over, as the last Sakura falls.