HAIKU FOR HANAMI
WITH THE SUDDEN SPRING BREEZE
THE SAKURA DANCES
LIKE POETRY IN MOTION
WHILE THE PETALS FALL
THEY EMBRACE THE SENSES
OF ALL WHO WATCHES
MY SOUL WAS TICKLED
AS I WALK BAREFOOT
ON THE FALLEN PETALS
WITH MY SANDALS
IN MY HAND AND
JOY IN MY HEART