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In winter, there is wind and ice
In spring, their is heat and the sun.
Knives used to chop wood now chop bread,
The princess dawns her new robes
To protect her skin from rain and burn.
Alongside her is a watchful samurai,
Protector of her kind,
Fearlessly fearful.
The samurai watches with cherry blossoms
For irises,
As her princess watches the world
From her balcony, seeing all.
Oh, how wise is her princess!
But a lowly samurai could never love a royal maiden.
And yet, her love for her is like the transition
Of the month of March.
Snow melts, and comes in flutters,
While everyone waits
For the new season, the new time,
Where all is happier.
The samurai must wait for this transition
And there she will have her love and joy.