Cherry Blossom.

I don't know why I am drawn to this beautiful cherry blossom tree. Pink isn't usually my favorite color, it has always been a color that I have despised, but I assume that I like it because it is a suitable color for a suitable flower; delicate, small blossoms, innocent, perfect in it's own way. So beautiful when the sun lights the tree, giving a unique glow and softness color to the human eye, and when the moonlight illuminates the tree, it seams as if it where frozen, pale, radiant for the beautiful night to come, a night of which no ones what happens except for the wind and the trees.

I wish to be a cherry blossom, small as I am, small I shall ever be. Never want to harmed by those whom surround me. Never want to be corrupted by those that wish to break me. I am one in broad daylight, and another in the darkness of the day.

                                       Cherry Blossoms Adrift by Mary Fumento

                                                                                            (1999)

Pink petals passing Scents above so high Painted porcelain perfection Blossoms caress the sky Swaying silent shroud Suitors strolling by Pink petals passing Lover's gentle sigh Pastel hues falling Slow fluttering grace Pink petals passing Lining streams in lace Pink petals passing Smoothest transit by Soft essence floating In most subtle lullaby Inducing springtime slumber Upon a satin shore Sailing with the current Pink petals pass before.