Cherry Blossom

The harsh cold winter has passed, the scent of spring has come,

what once was a barren and shrivelled piece of stick from the ground,

has awoken the dreams of its sleeping beauty.

Its scent of sweetness is divine,

its colours are a masterpiece of God’s paint brush,

each branch splashed with a panorama of whites, pinks, and fuchsia petals.

Yet your sweetness and beauty elude me,

for it is almost meaningless, a chasing after the wind.

As the wind blows, your allurement falls like pink snow,

my heart is shattered, as if I have been pierced by a thousand swords,

the floor is covered as if it were a battlefield of pink cold steel cherries,

for what once was your humble offerings has disappeared in minutes.

O lonely Sakura, let the last of your flowers flow,

let the breath of the divine scatter your remanent until no more remains,

yet, even in defeat, your branches reveal their secret.

A lush of glorious green and red dye is added to each one of your arms,

your delightful transformation reminds me of God’s sovereign care.

O lonely cherry blossom, how I long to see your sleeping beauty again.