The Cherry Blossom

Lo! Behold!

It was a day, in merry May

The sun was up, alive and gay

I saw you cheery and in bloom

On a distant summer noon.

Thy art lovely

Thou blossoms bubbly

You never brag

Of your wondrous shade

You remain gentle and temperate

Many a spring and winters' play

You have witnessed

The seasons sway

The feathered flock

Finds home in you

Chirps and chatters

None bothers you.

When the Heaven's

Eyes doth glare

You lend your blinds

To be fair.

No winters' cold

Nor summers' pride

Could shake your beauty

You held with might.

The weary folks

Rest and stare

At your bounty

That is rare.

You hold your beauty

To lease

For all you wish

Is to just please.

You are the Aprils' sweet

Spring is when

You move with the breeze.

You adorn the blues

And never muse

 To defy the hues

I could not

But stop to bear

And carry your memory

To cherish at the lair.