Cherry Blossom Funeral
Keep your look upturned towards
Promising shining faces
You can’t quite make out,
Yet or somewhen soon.
Keep glancing up to
Blossoms full of white and gently humming pink
That sing a song of hope you can’t quite understand,
Yet or somewhen soon.
The blissful scent of whispering spring,
Muffling you comfortingly in warmth,
Shall calm your voice’s silent sobs
And your fragile figure, dressed in black,
Beneath the friendly greeting trees,
Shall walk away happily from my cherry blossom funeral.