Their Kind

In Japan the small is much revered, transformed within the womb of heart and mind to grandeur never gained by those who fear what is unseen, unsaid, what’s left behind. A leaf, a sheaf, a treasured grief in kind becomes a shrine the living must repair, as is the brace of kite upon the wind in Japan the small is much revered. When sunk beneath the tide it disappeared a transitory fate a watery clime. Arise, arise, on Mother’s crust appear transformed within the womb of heart and mind. Birth the beauteous butterfly in time, unite the scattered children to those dear, and each sylvan mountainside will align to grandeur never gained by souls who fear. Hurl all regret aside and persevere reform what’s torn, to budding new design. The ghosts must wait attendance, must forebear what is unseen, unsaid, what’s left behind. For each bold challenge met the world cheers Japan is a nation where ties do bind and the fate of all will be, well shared the youngest to the eldest of their kind In Japan……….