Sakura

Tip toeing to the edge of the lake,

I counted the steps I could take, but,

“Sakura-Chan” made her stride.

My big hair with chestnut skin,

Her tiny feet as she leaned,

“Can I touch your hair?”

She giggles and wonders,

She examines and ponders!

Oh! What a significant human I must’ve been.

The early autumn breeze makes a visit,

Sweeping off the leaves all around us.

Her little finger pointed to the tree,

“Sakura” – she said, looking at me.