Floating Practice Songtext
von Snowpoet

A man sits alone one evening in Tokyo
He′s waiting patiently for the blossom front update
He has followed the flowering forecast every year
As it moves northwards since he was a small boy

As he sits, he contemplates how all
The trees flower at different times
Depending on the sun's path around the buildings
And the myriad of temples and shrines located across the city
The kanihizakura and its bell-shaped flowers of pink flushed tones
The yamazakura, one of the oldest species of the blossom tree
The fugenzo and how in late bloomers
The leaves emerge before their flowers


Throughout this time, the trees seem to carry him
It is a kind of floating practice
He imagines the great plants in the forest tree of his own mind
The trees′ distinct patterns in shape and form
Their subtle shades and hues
And even the number of petals within each blossom
Stacked on top of each other so delicately as if they were placed
Just as quickly as the flowers bloom, they disappear
Snow petals drift, forming clusters of held lightness
Around the green earth and concrete floors

And as the seasons change
He knows this may be his last
Every spring he returns