I dedicate these words to the courageous survivors of the Great Northeast Kanto Earthquake and Tsunami.

The Spirit of the Sparrow

The swift, bitter north wind
Shook the trees brutally,
Knocking a sparrow from his limb,
Into a rushing, merciless sea.

The current swept him far away,
Till on a hillside he did stay;
His feathers mangled, his flight aborted,
His heart half strangled, his flock unreported.

There he will wait for the winds to abate,
For the bees to return to the bloom.
And when the air is finally clear,
He will fly far beyond this land of doom.

The sparrow is strong, so full of hope,
He will never give in to such sorrow.
However long he must grasp and grope,
He will sing his song of tomorrow.