The other night my daughter asked me to read some Haiku to her. I started reading to her and she quickly drifted peacefully off to sleep. The next morning she asked me about the cherry blossoms. I was not sure what she was talking about until she reminded about the Haiku me reading to her and then told me she dreamed about the smells in the Haiku.
Here is the Haiku from Buson that my daughter dreamed about.
Not cherry blossoms
but peach blossom sweetness
surrounds this little house