The cherry blossoms bloomed in a warm spring day;
The winds whispering soft music in a way.
Butterflies soaring through a bed of flowers,
But one’s still asleep, the spring breeze glowers.
All stop to wait for that little late bloomer.
The sweet smile of heaven’s ray lands on that special one.
Slowly it opens, revealing magnificent petals; delicate and beautiful.
The singing winds dancing to their song; so peaceful.
