# Sakura Chiru


Sakura petals flying in the wind are spiritual. And when they dye
the earth, it makes another world. A monochrome world is suddenly
colorized by them. It has become poetic.


Wind carries the petals like raindrops. In other times it's like
a butterfly. Sometimes an actual butterfly is there. It feels like
a dream. Death and dream adjoin each other.


Reaching the earth does not mean an end. Wind carries them even
after. They take off again. It distributes the petals to the outside
world. The distribution feels like that of prime numbers. Or an
algebraic variety over a finite field.


The petals on stone steps are beautiful. Wooden steps are not that
good. Though a wooden chair under the tree is beautiful. Stones
represent Being and the petals represent Becoming.


By climbing stone steps, you reach somewhere. And religion aside,
a shrine fits for this scenery so much. There is often a cat sleeping
on the side. The color of the cat is usually bright.


The petals on water purify the water. Water outside is usually not
clean. But just because of the petals, it suddenly becomes clean. 
Sakura trees alongside a lake are the best. The reflection shows
tranquility.


Sakura with the sea is eccentric. Hiroshima like vibe. But it's
especially beautiful at night. It's an art of light. The moon,
nightlights, sakura trees, the sea.


Speaking of yozakura, light dyes the whitish petals with every
color of a prism. And it somewhat furthers the melancholic sadness
of it. It somewhat reminds you that the petals will fall soon.


If you touch the petals, it feels like skin. In that sense, falling
petals is like moulting. Especially in the sense of ouroboros. Will
I moult like them after I die?


I thought that I want a sakura tree on my grave. And life is
satisfactory because I can see cherry blossoms. I want to be reborn
as a sakura tree. And fall each year.