Sazanka

The sky must have been dreaming a sad dream
A winter rain that fell and cleared,
The bright moon emerging from between the clouds
It is the Sazanka that glows, bathed in it,
Like a butterfly clinging to grass
It was trembling with fear.

Leaning against the tree shade, I wept
"God, take my soul wounded by the world
And preserve the life of this beautiful flower"
A single drop on the nape of my praying neck
The flower's tear fell right here.

#Japanese
#poetry
#flowers