In a place where pale pink <br />blossoms fall like rain. <br />Land softly on the heads <br />of quiet people. <br /> <br />Where Cherry Blossoms <br />are sacred, <br />each petal a bridge <br />between heaven and earth. <br /> <br />Where ancient stone bridges <br />cross ponds of Lotus flowers. <br />He teaches English there, <br />as he learns to quiet <br />his own spirit.<br /><br />Joyce Chelmo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-orient/
