A mountain cherry tree in the forest covered with dark and light young leaves
after looking at the petals I go out to town
The cherry trees in town
have been created by human hands from natural cherry trees
In the small garden at my house
a Yoshino cherry stands quite stately
At its roots wild birds and cats that lived eighteen years
are buried
and in those cherry blossoms
the light of death and the sadness of life dwell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem