The Blossom Of Spring

Singing to myself

As I strode down the street,

Munching on the last piece of caramel bar

I ceased under a cherry tree.

The dusky sky was a mixture of

Blue and pink.

There was a spark in the atmosphere,

Felt as if everything was special.

The rustling of leaves,

On the earth,

As if everything paused,

But for this rustle.

The chirruping of the birds,

A lullaby to my ears.

I let out a smile,

My heart danced,

As I sang towards,

Home.