Japan
Through one of the blackest day
In their ancient history
Emerges Japan, though a little burnt
But spring has come again
Cherry blossoms bloom
In their gentle hearts
Along the dream paths
They see the world change forever
The rolling rice fields blossoms
Sparkling children play in the fresh snow
Sowing the seeds for generations to come
The garden is again
A home to butterflies
The evening sky has opened
To cherish these vibrant people
This was not an end
But a new beginning
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