Cherry buds are opening,
When light from your smiles is near.
Your sunshine they're in need of.
They lean toward your heart dear.

When the cherry trees blossom,
The trees are big ***** of white;
When winds bequeath their petals,
There is a sight of delight.

Although it's not a blizzard,
Profuse petals from the trees,
Are not precipitation,  
They won't thaw, but eyes they'll seize.

Open buds of cherry trees,
Is a grand sight that does please.