along the river fuji br bright, where a mountain br stands before me tall br br one hundred people gather br on the other side for qingming br but I lean against a cherry tree br br so that I can fall asleep br like I used to in the spring br against broken cattle fences br br i would awake at dusk br of the next day-finally rested, br when everything else was asleep br br then the wild pink cherry tree br would breath its breath of fragrance br and my world would changebr br Annie Cordelia Adamsbr br