When the frail petals of cherry blossoms
begin to fall - fluttering to the ground like snow....
When the flowers' life comes to an end on the path below,
That instant reminds us all of the transience of our world,
how impermanent the human existence flows...
As children we stick to the branches of life,
buds growing and overflowing with love,
we grow into magic blooms and shine, for a while,
and then...the first petal lets go...
in the struggle for life that's the most beautiful show.
Nature's the endless cycle of death and rebirth,
we are only spectators to what it's worth.
Ours is the enchantment with the brief burst of delicate blossoms,
contemplating mortality closeted into our bosoms.