What becomes
Of the fallen cherry blossoms,
When the mighty east wind blows?

Would they settle
To the twist of dragonfly fist
Or would the stay composed?

Suppose their petals
Flew through the air
Slicing the wind in two.

Samurai would bow
Wondering how
Such delicacy could bend bamboo.

Under the tea house,
Embroidered kimonos
Take their final drink...

... for green tea is no match
For the beauty of east winds
Mighty Sakura Pink.