The ground is
Scattered
With my petals
A layer of pink
Coats the soft Earth

It seems
that I should be
A bare tree
But still
Petals drift
From my
Branches

Blowing in the wind
The pink petals
They fall
They are soft
Like a smile
Like a prolonged glance
Between lovers
They are soft

My petals
Are still falling
New ones replace the old
Still, my petals
Are falling

Some drift away
Some land on
Lower-rising branches
It seems like my petals
Are always falling

Their
Cherry-blossom buds
Are bare
My
Cherry-blossom branches
Are bare