The Cherry Blossom (Miharu Takizakura)

Upon a secluded mountaintop 

A majestic figure bows and rocks

The coral seashells of the leaves

Dance gracefully through the morning breeze.

Its weeping fuchsia waterfalls

Slowly sway from side to side

Like a jellyfish rising from the waters

Ancient, it blossoms in delight.

With branches made from strong coiled twine

Its powerful glow hesitates

With each breath, it inhales deeply

Over 1000 years, a dawning fate.

Its fading shades of rose

Only resonates its sorrow

Creaking and groaning in fatigue

The sacred scarlet of tomorrow.