We plea no more for cherry tree truths
With fruit centered in stone
Shedding red flesh shine on all beneath
They harvest then die
What is real is real is real
We all have to agree
Once we do
What is so is so is so
Is so fluid it floats away
A blossom nearing the ground
Still smells sweet as its weight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem