Ode to the Weeping Sakura
Light, sun-kissed skin
Thick, flushed hair flowing in the wind
Fingertips grazing the water's surface
She gently caresses the wind
Almost like a baby
She sings him to sleep
She watches him grow
She has seen people come and go
People have broken up and gotten married under her watch
She has learned to shield people from the sun and rain
Protect them from their fears
She cuts her hair every fall
And grows it out every spring
She grew from a seed to a ten foot tree
The weeping sakura stand tall and free
She stands strong yet she dances with the wind
People are welcomed with petals and a breeze
Roots act as a cushion and protection from dirt
As time goes on,
She grows old and withered
The dead, bare branches are left there as a memory
Of a tree everyone loved
They built an orchard around her
And many became her children
The wind still visits her
And so do you
That tree is like a real woman
With family and full of love
© 2017 Samuel Eliot