knittingknots (knittingknots) wrote,

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Poem: If You ask

If you ask the birds
as they fly over the waves
when the high tide comes,
they cry out, cry out
that they are only sea birds,
birds, they know the air.
Ask the waves about the tides,
Ask the rolling sea.

If you ask the blossoms,
Sakura petals falling
in the breeze of spring
To tell you of the winter,
winter with it's snow,
They'll say that they are petals,
blossoms in the wind.
Ask the trees about the snow,
ask the ancient trees.
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