The Field of Cherry Trees

The Field of Cherry Trees

 

Middle of a field of Cherry Trees

Wind blows slowly through

Light pink petals flow down

Into sea of green grass

 

Songs birds sing

Barking black & white puppy

Playing with the annoyed small silver kitten

 

Under shade where the cool wind blows

Lay mothers watching them play

Sliver strands flow over

Watching, ice like blue-gray eyes

While she lays looking at the sky

 

Silver spikes with frozen turquoise eyes

Sits by the cool blue-gray eyed girl

Eating his sweet watermelon

 

While her silver hair flows in the wind

Cherry blossoms tangled in

 

Sweet laughter is heard

When the puppy licks her face

 

Then lays in the sea of grass at there feet

The soft but not poky

Sea of grass

 

At the end

When the sun is down

The moon is high

The boy and the girl

Walk back hand in hand

With there collection

Of pets at there sides

 

They’re in the middle of the forest

A small blue-green house is seen

Where their friends await their return

They turn back and look into the starry night

They see...

 

The Field of Cherry Trees