If you've never seen a cherry blossom bloom
Spring must be difficult to understand,
Transforming in a night to blotches of pink
Painting the blue of the sky in a stretch of wonder,
The pedals will fall, dancing through the air
As their journey comes to an end on the soft earth,
The roots, they grow wide,
Grasping to the edges of the soil,
All the windows are opened up wide,
Dreaming with the scent of the world on my sheets,
Spring be the most beautiful of seasons