It's that special time of year
when the flowers go from sad to happy,
while the branches are now healthy and sappy.
The gardens fill with big grins,
As the delicate blossoms sound like a violin.
The fresh air smells of a cherry,
While now everyone is now all merry.
As people admire the flowers colour of pink,
Now people stair and can’t take a blink.
A little girl quietly says,
Finally, the cherry blossoms.