I looked at the old sakura tree near the defunct Imperial Japanese Army Noborito Laboratory Museum for Education in Peace and thought about the person who long ago planted that tree.
Who was he, and what was going through his mind? Could the person be a she? Either way, that person is probably no longer with us. That tree, however, that has seen so much, continues to witness all that we do or don't do, and through the seasons, stands there, just being.