Sakura

You play your flute beneath the Sakura tree,

Enticing my yearning heart to listen,

The boughs bowing humbly to your grace and beauty,

Raining upon you soft pink petals,

Crowning you innocent and pure,

The wind has become jealous of your enchanting melody,

As it could never sound as sweet,

You are eternal love,

Eternal bliss,

Spring has come forth,

Bearing its tender gifts,

As you play your flute,

Beneath the Sakura tree.