I just wonder, what flowers
Actually think themselves
On the eve of their falling?
Do they think of the stream
Which will take them away
Straight to the open ocean?
Or maybe they think of
The stream's one-way love
And its only spring devotion?
It seems to me, they do not
Think of themselves and thus
Remain fine to the end of time.
Like dead salmon choking a river after laying their eggs, the blossoms float as a lasting reminder of the sacrifice the trees made to ensure their procreation.
Ron