“I was in the branches of the cherry tree and you didn’t even see me”, she exclaimed with the delight of a child. “The blossoms were so heavy they were hiding me.”
I saw her last week in the morning staring out the music room saying “Oh Robb, isn’t it wonderful” I feel her listening to the music of the cherry tree, coming soon to bloom. She was looking past the ivy at the cherry tree…
I saw her in the yard today arms outstretched, her eyes looking up to heaven, she proclaims again, “Isn’t it wonderful
… it is spring”
The birds wake her every morning with their chorus also announcing with their fragile voices, it is spring,
rise and live,
rise and sing,
it is spring.
The birds today were also with her in the cherry tree,
so surrounded by blossoms,
color pink and white and pink,
pink with softness of cherry blossom petals,
hardness of cherry wood firm branches carry me,
surround me and bury me in your wonderful strength.
It is spring, rise and sing,
it is spring rise and live,
it is spring, rise and rest in the strong arms of the cherry tree,
rise and hide among the heavy cherry blossoms
Let us be lost in softness, color, strength and wonder of the cherry tree.
It is spring,
it is new,
it is LIFE.
