Flowing slightly in the wind

Almost as if time has stopped just for this moment 

I may be only a simple poet

But I can do great things

Just as a small blossom

So simple

Yet so complicated

Just flowing along with the wind 

Until it drops

Slowly to the ground 

Without a noise

Everyone will soon forget

About the small blossom

On the Sakura tree

In the small town

Sitting all alone in a meadow 

Just as I am 

Writing a silly poem about a tree nobody knows