By: Amoureax Amant

Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain,

at branch in full peach blossom on mountain,

but left tree branch with wind through amber lake,

toward fragrant sea like drifting snowflake.

Just left when butterfly danced through peach tree,

just left when hummingbird echoed with bee,

when rising sun turned dark cloud peach blossom,

when drifting rain fell from misty cloud dome.

What if peach blossom stayed till September,

peach blossom might neither dance through water,

nor travel with light breeze through small arbor,

toward vast sea like boat sailed from harbor.

What if peach asked of peach blossom's journey,

here's the answer, freer than in valley.