Sakura Blossom

The snow gently falls down from the blue sky, And down, towards south migrating birds go. Strongly and harshly does the North Wind blow, Causing stones, twigs to willy-nilly fly. As I sit here, I watch these scenes and sigh, When I see the river no longer flows, And to the ground, wilted flowers bow low, This makes me ask, why we have winter; why? But I too know the answer: to give rest, To the birds and the animals and trees. To show that pure white things can be awesome. But when I touch snow, I feel hope at best: If I wait, be patient, then I may sieze, A glimpse of the first Sakura blossom.