Lisa's Choice
A faint chirp was heard at the top of the tree. Following the gentle wind rustling sound of dry leaves. It's dying. It's dead, Mr. Henry grieved. I will never forget her beautiful smile. I remember that day, Cherry Blossom! Surprised at the sachet of seed I gave her, she loved it, of course, wishing for it to grow. As time goes by, it sprouts and grows until it becomes a tree. But why? Mr. Henry swings the axe and strikes at the dead tree. The birds fly. It felt without leaves, without branches, without you, but still lives in my heart.
Lisa added that there's an (early) February Blossom Festival in Japan – only 3 hours from Tokyo, if you're passing. But the photos look lovely.
(Photo: Minamiizu Town Tourism Association)
