• The vastness of your beauty cannot be compared
    How long your arms go, across a lake, across a field
    I feel like I’m in a dream, is this false? Or are you real?
    I lay down in the grass at the start of your foundation
    To look up and gaze at the legacy, beauty’s creation

    When the wind whispers to you, its soft seductive tone
    You move to the song, and gracefully geisha strong
    Pale white skin to your cousin’s bright pink
    But I prefer your medium, the pale blushing pink

    But if the music is too fast, and you cannot keep up
    You break into pieces, blushing hard, but all the same
    One by one falling down
    You’d think it was snowing in May


    I inhale your perfume, so strong, yet so sweet
    I too blush at the thought of being like this, being so meek
    Across the globe, across the nation, we marvel at this sweet sensation
    No city, none in the world, every building will crumble at your presence
    And even in the country, all you do is enhance the essence
    When the time of season nestles upon the land
    Your beauty explodes and infects the hills one by one
    The mountains, the towns, sick with the white that blooms upon the trees

    Venus and Aphrodite in envious green
    of your gift to outshine them, how can this happen? How can it be?
    You are called many names, but one word fades it all
    Sakura, Sakura, let your cherry blossoms fall.