Sakura—a sacred wisp of cherry bloom and renewed mortality born
She is dressed in sanguine grace; forever a zenith of blushed perfection
Arrayed in dresses of spring tide fairytale—true whimsical wonder
A Somei Yoshino—weeping, billow of floral tapestries
We trace our lives to her edges of fleeting stars
Our journey ends in grey hues of Chirihajime upon a dusk of brimming blooms
We begin a Hazakura of verdant life as gentle rays of Tsubomi ignite
Colors of Gobuzaki deepen until our souls overflow with wide, rosy brush strokes—Mankai
MANKAI!
Magical, spritely summit
By and by, tropic winds dance amidst her heavenly thrones as soft snow flutters awaken—Hanafubuki
A joyous Hanami of convivial mirth ensues
The Yozakura raptures sunset melodies singing to my heart
We are drunken with life’s sweets of dango—a merriment of cherry holly
She is renewal—pleasantries of beauty in life's tapestries
’Tis a Prunas Serrulata’s ever delicate, poised delight