• I stood atop the mountain peak
    and in all my range of sight
    Were fluffy clouds of white and pink
    and petals in harmonies flight

    An awakening within my heart
    from the intake of sakura trees
    A sudden aura of a musical art
    A gentle air born into the breeze

    The dainty sound I yearned to hear
    was soft like a wise, wooden flute
    The sweet melody was made too clear
    for it was quite precise and acute

    From a tiny seed in the soft ground
    to a strong tree in bursting bloom
    To make such an inspiring sound
    is what true beauty can do