Wisteria

As I wandered lonely as a cloud,
Through quiet paths, where whispers crowd,
I found beneath an ancient tree,
A wisteria in bloom, wild and free.

Its petals fell like purple rain,
Softly easing heart's old pain,
Fuji no hanabira, murasaki no nagare,
Shizen no fude de sekai o iradorimasu.

Their lavender whispers touched my soul,
Mending parts that were not whole,
In Wisteria's embrace so kind,
A tranquil heart and clear, calm mind.