“In classical Japanese poetry, a number of poets confess to confusing falling cherry blossoms with snow. Falling cherry blossoms are a common symbol of impermanence, one of the essential doctrines or three marks of existence in Buddhism.”
Under the pale snow,
There was one single cherry blossom tree.
And as two sirens broke the silence,
aiding those who found themselves in danger,
I looked upon this cherry blossom tree;
upon the patch of untouched grass beneath her branches,
and the hardships in my life became silenced by her stance.
Alone in the snow, her blooming, delicate flowers showed me the transience of life.