When cherry blossom fall

As a flower spring to life
I see our own hard strife
We struggle and survive

As the cherry blossom fall
We are greatful for all
So we cheer because we are alive.

I see reds. I see whites.
and as i sit here under the tree
there are blossoms falling everywhere

In my universe they are guiding lights
I wish only one was in my care
I could look into her eyes and see
Careful looking into the sky

(Ett poem skrivet av mig för länge sedan i en svunnen tid)