Sakura

Under the haze of heaven
The pink and white flowers
Fall in the spring air like spent days
Their petals swept away with the wind

What anesthetic
In the field of cherry trees
While lying under the pink and white petals?
What can soothe,
What can ease,
In the wind-blown flowers?

Would this be the place
In the field of cherry
To relinquish a broken spirit
In the haze and the wind
And the soft falling petals?