Trees Say
smiling pink pale fragrant, the cherry blossoms warn
sing morning against the blue sky
tuck clouds away for later
bid the sun to spill marmalade and the tangy savor of charcoal lit for lunch
open arms fresh furled with florets
the blossoms empty their eyes of tomorrow
no use no need,
they grin today with a windchime scent
celebrating blooms that fall as we open
paint the ground flush with today
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