Beneath the cherry blossom drinking tea,
love’s fair face sketched on the shimmering sea;
as the sun sinks low like a dying fire,
the beat of the world proceeds to inspire.
No matter the mood that assails the soul,
who can deny this beauty that comes whole?
simple pleasures unknot the tangled itch,
caressing the soft hairs that dance and twitch.
A kiss, a cup, a song – these charms may prove
that life’s granular pulse can purr and move;
cascades that bathe, cleansing and plentiful,
the tree stands tall, a hopeful sentinel.