Fallen velvet petals beckon our aching heels
Rustling in mother nature’s breath between blade of grass and strong red root
The honey breeze summons us.
My bare toes not trudging through, but caressing Earth’s floor.
I am back. I have returned to you.
I answer Her call.
My palm rests in the stillness of a beast’s outer crust
Its mane wild but not ferocious.
I pray a pink bud kiss my cheek
As the world hums softly around me
For I am of the cherry blossoms.
We are of the cherry blossoms.
I am a petal.
You are a petal.
We are the people of the cherry blossoms.