Eastward

Once more, we can look unto the East,
To a grove of resting cherry trees,
That sleep standing in the pooling darkness.
It was once believed they were ancient deities.

Thus, through prayers they bare their fruit,
But we find the same in Autumn too,
That despite our lack of words,
The red cherries will still grow true.

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