The cherry trees dance while blossoms fall,
as if heavenly angels have come to call-
And willing winds fly through dogwood trees,
their leaves dotting landscapes from the breeze.

Occurring in a dream-filled land,
of poets and prophets in glory's stand-
And gardens overflow with daffodils,
waving yellow flags from giant hills.

The fanciful birds fly off to greet,
in sunburst's skies of colorful treat-
And rainbows carve their way to gold,
a cherished reward for both young and old.

Delicate as these blossoms may be,
their worth is greater than that of the sea-
While continuing to shed fragrant melodies,
and revive the Springtime's reverie.