Poem - Cherry blossoms

To raise your arms, and run free. 

To anticipate the fruit that will come to be.

To sit and listen to the buzzing of the bees,

And hear the wind rustling through the trees.

It's their aluring nature that will invite,

With blossoms of pink, red and white.

The sight the smell the ora is awesome,

To be surrounded by the cherry blossom.