Look at the flowering Sakura now!

It opens its petals for people to see.

Look at the scribbling powder of chalk!

It captures the lessons for people to read.

 

How we all treasure the beauty of bloom.

No matter how fleeting it stays on the tree.

How we all notice the colors of dust!

No matter how weakly it clings on the board.

 

Surely the Sakura keeps us in awe.

It withers away and prepares for a twirl.

Whi-le the chalk keeps our teachings on hand,

Erasing the chalk will leave puddles of dust.

 

What do such objects tell us about life?

And how do they stick in this transient world?

Nothing on earth will exist for all time,

So what will you do about this mundane life?

 

What do you feel about mess we call life?

And will you embark on the road most will take?

Many will fight for a comf’torble life.

Yet how will this impact the ones who cannot?

 

Is this a sty-le we want for ourselves?

A sty-le which some will not see as a cake.

People compete for the limited jobs.

Deciding what factors will help them achieve.

 

What is the next step in treading that road?

A car and a spouse and more people to feed

How does the fight for survival end up?

A fight in which money is up in the air.

 

Do we make life for the young to enjoy?

Or do we watch children grow up just to bleed

Is this the beauty that we want to have?

A beauty that throws us in one hamster wheel?

 

Take a look at that old Sakura now.

Now stretch out your finger on top of the chalk.

Will you keep reaching for stuff meant to wilt?

Or will you leave something that some will correct?

 

What piece of wisdom will you leave for us?

A hope in which we will relive that then balk?

After, we go through a crisis in time.

But can we afford to keep living like that?

 

Life is a box in which anything hides,

So what should we do in our limited times?

Nothing is set in a pi-le of rocks,

And even those rocks can erode into sand.

 

Ev’rything goes through a rise and a fall,

So how ‘bout we put down the smallest of dimes.

Nickels and dollars can also go too.

Now let’s make a world as if it’s our last day.

 

What does the Sakura tell us of life?

A life in which nothing will last for all time.

What does the chalk leave for us to take home?

Erasers make room for another idea.

 

You can decide what will be your next step.

I hope you will write what will make your heart bloom.

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