With the petals pink.
I sit under it to think.
The cherries blooming, refraining from glooming.
The branches brooding.
I think to myself, the birds fly by.
Bill nye the science guy.
Cherry
With the petals pink.
I sit under it to think.
The cherries blooming, refraining from glooming.
The branches brooding.
I think to myself, the birds fly by.
Bill nye the science guy.
