word of the day: ephemeral

the blaze of cherry blossoms bursts alight in early spring,

beckoning the bees with a nectar offering.

flames of pink and white kiss the all-embracing sky,

before the fading embers drift into the summer's sighs.

          the blooms can never stay — that's the crude reality. 

          for every evergreen, there's ephemerality.

          so let us treasure life — every form that we admire,

          and may we never see another Nagasaki Fire.