Prunus serrulata

There I stand, solid and bright.

With all my might, people come to look at me from all over the world.

I’m fluffy and soft as a cushion.

Woody roots in the ground give a home to every animal in sight.

I live in a place where children run free.

Crooked branches like a witch hat with umber brown, round and curved with flowers all around.

Bringing the tree to life and sharing it with everyone else.

Birds love me the best, especially the Northern Cardinals and Blue Jays.

I lose my leaves in the winter, painting the pathway flamingo pink.

But it is spring when I spring back.

I’ve seen kids touch the flowers on my branches, picking them up, smelling them and putting them behind their ears.

We are ancient, and we’ve seen a lot. We are history, so take good care of us.