I stare out at the cherry blossoms 
In marvel and joy I watch them bloom 
Then they burst out with their effloresces 
As though awaking from mother nature's womb, 
And there I watch awestruck and in wonder 
As though GOD splashed paint upon each branch 
Through beauty, and only for beauty I cry a tear 
As the blossoms explode in a pink and red avalanche. 

No more beauty and wonder could one man ever see 
Than watching the cherry blossoms upon a tree. 

Randy L. McClain