May the branches of your cherry tree Blossom fruitful and ripen beneath a kind, Soft sun. May the sky remind you it's okay to cry Even if there is gold upon the loom And green in the field. May your mind be full of skepticism Never criticism. May you remain pure and strive to Avoid ignorance. Bliss is achieved upon crossing troubled water Aim to avoid the security of a bridge. Ignore cold shoulders: Bathe in the sun. Remember wind pulls petals from the strongest flowers. Weeping willows sway in the wind like waves. May it swallow your spine Permeate vertebrae And pull you deeper into blue until lungs beg to brake. Emma, I will sleep beside you until the rain comes.