It is raining confetti in good shades of pink
Beneath a blossom tree is where I am stood
I do not feel any cold not is it wet
But I fastened the buttons on my coat
and tied the string on my hood.

My hair is covered with petals
from the delicate shooting blossom tree
I feel like a young fresh faced bride
and I'm getting to like this fantasy of me.

The leaves coloured lime are waxy and young
rather like I was once and the blossom rains down
The sun starts to shine through the canopy above
and I notice that I am wearing a beautiful pink crown.