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.
In the Realm of the Unnamed Belle 