flickering like snowflakes to the ground
then chasing each other like lambs at play.
But they will turn a rusty hue
before crumbling away into dust
and the spring tree will revert back to green
with no trace of the beauty there once had been.
We'll never again stare in awe
at the alluring sight of the cherry tree
so every time I admire this view
I think of you but life is transient
and feel dismal after the blossom falls
remembering halcyon days gone by
with pink blossom under an azure sky.