The Sakura Tree

I was walking along a pathway when I stumbled across a nostalgic tree.

I walked towards it,

then pressed my palm against its slim trunk.

I gazed up at the minuscule,

pastel-pink flowers on the hollow branches.

A bubblegum-tinted colour on the sakura flowers.

It’s been a few years since we reconciled,

a serene location with cushiony,

lime-green grass.

I remember laying a picnic mat and scattering pillows across the mat,

and then rolling and frolicking around the grass,

with a zephyr brushing against my face.

The delightful memories I have will always stay at this location.

I will never forget a detail.