Pink spring

Swaying, side to side with the gentle breeze, 
rushing past my face with tender gentle ease.
Everywhere from parks to cities, to bushes and leaves
tickling my knees, they are so beautiful.
Oh, how wonderful are these pink trees.

Rushing smoothly past my window, 
from garden to meadow. These beautiful trees 
fill me with such effortless ease. Oh, how I love the trees 
Beautiful flowing pink hair.