To the lost lives in Japan's Earthquake

xpt

3.12.2011

As short as the cycle of life
 flashing on plume trees
  In March till May

Falling petals of the bloom
 return to earth softly
  without a sound

No regret, no sorrow
 no complaining as the mother tree still stands
   Waiting for next spring to come

Standing silently is the mother tree
 not for lost memory or aged mind
  for she saw too much in life 's destruction

She knows
 new petals will bloom  in the next spring
   still quiet and splendidly as those ages long...