Waiting
For something grow
Stopping
For each day to watch
With dewdrops hanging by its tips
Her arms close in to gather
With hope gaining on each root
She comes closer
Gaining by each second
Journeying along this written path
Flying through the painted skies
That of which the blessed painters gave
Feathered clouds forming into her wings
Growing with the nature of her blooming
As walking along this cushioned road
She’s closer
The creation of blossoming
As her extreme beauty petrifies
Those among her path
An affection grows
On her soft touch
Opening the beauty of flowers
Into rebirth
Into spring
Closer
And closer
Comes and goes
With cherry blossoms
Flying behind at its wake
And you’ll know
It’d be but only
Blossom
Other known as
Sakura
And here
She is
now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem