A root hugging the soil,
a petal in the breeze.
A river humming softly,
This beauty does not cease.
A chariot awaits a chance,
to smell the rose and breathe;
A chance to rest the rusted wheels,
A chance to be at peace.
A warriors spirit,
Impenetrable armor,
A sword that cuts through all.
Cannot defy a tender touch,
A light come through the squall.
Poison heals, scars disappear,
Hope dulls the chilling blade.
Used to capture souls at will
Tho now the hand is stayed.
A wish granted, a life fulfilled,
A garden grows outside the wall.
Heaven sent, the peace of mind
Where cherry blossoms fall.