Still breeze moves nothing Cherry blossoms coat the ground Shadow strikes through night
The sight should be beautiful But, it only dredges up A bittersweet pain, The inescapable sorrow of parting
Gentle sea breeze drifts Island melody plays on A tropical day
Within a broken mind, The shrill cries of cicadas echo Against crumbling ivory bone The cicadas keep crooning, Even in the desolate spaces Where only silence exists Can you hear them?
Squirrels dart around The towering oak tree, Scrounging for bits of food I watch them, a small smile Resting on my face As I bask in another beautiful day