For the Sons and Daughters of Sendai

Is this what the sleeping cherry expected when she beheld the shadows of late winter? Very unlike what the groundhog predicted March would be made of wind and water.

The vernal equinox, in silent accord with the straining ocean and the waxing moon, wished that Nippon was farther westward beyond the reach of the waiting dawn.

The hungry moon spied the gentle coast. In a fit of envy their ill will gave birth to a tumult that drown the happy and holy and left their bones upon the earth.

Even the elements roared in clouds above the concrete and man-made stars saying, "Surely we are not being too loud. Besides, this island has long been ours."

Japan's sons and daughters will rise with the sun when the cherry blossom and the Spring are one.