Trees so silent in winter months
now flowering with blossoms,
waving and shouting,
youho, hello.
The winds are vengeful
bringing sweet colours to the floor.
Coating the ground pink, and
thoughts of red cherries galore.
A lightness of heart.
A warming of the soul.
Catching a glimpse of nature
not so different from our own.
I shout a hye to the skies
and my buddies the trees.
We will lift our heads high
and welcome the sun
and keep branching out,
for when all said and done.
Life is sweet,
as sweet as my trees.