in the shade of the cherry tree

for the Writer's Cramp

Spiraling pink petals tumble
Through the light, perfumed air.
Branches bend softly
To the whim of the wind.
Cool, weightless breezes fascinate
Senses keen to their blithe play.
Sunlight stretches downward
Filtered through the Sakura trees.
I watch their delicate petals,
Journey toward the earth.
A deep breath brings sweetness
Into my strengthened soul.
I close my eyes, spread my arms,
Taking in the peaceful feeling;
I feel the blossoms dance
in the shade of the cherry tree.