Blossom

I stood upon a windy hill

With blossom in my hair

That which blows upon the summer breeze

About me everywhere

Petals from the Cherry Tree

They’re fragrant pink and white

The way they dance on Nature’s breath

Is such a lovely sight

Now gazing at its near naked limbs

The tree looks rather bare

And it cuts a rather solemn sight

But I’m awfully glad it’s there

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