CHERRY BLOSSOMS (SAKURA)
Under a tree
I sit so peacefully
As petals fly by
I catch one in my hand
And now I understand
The meanings of anything and why
The sweet pink blossoms
Would even make possums
Get up from the road and dance
They smell so sweet
That they lift me from my feet
And put me under a trance
There name suites them well
From looks unto smell
And everything else I can think of
Cherry blossoms in spring
Is enough to make you sing
And send you flying like a dove
It comes from Japan
That wondrous little land
The majestic name I utter
Must never be again muttered
The wonderful tree Sakura.
 Zelas Metalium · Sat Apr 01, 2006 @ 03:15pm · 0 Comments |
