Like the Cherry Blossom Tree

Love is like the cherry blossom tree

A living thing is what Love can be

Tender, small— but ever growing

Soft as bending light, deeper than the rivers flowing

Hope is like the cherry blossom tree

Strong and flourished is what Hope can be

A dash of light in the dark northern skies

A glimpse of a brighter future that forever flies

Wisdom is like the cherry blossom tree

Old and fabled is what Wisdom can be

Locked in the ages throughout all time

Lost in the past but still marches the straight line

Courage is like the cherry blossom tree

Persistent against the elements is what Courage can be

Tall and flighty, it branches slender long

Whistling the merry tune in the face of darkness strong

Many a face the cherry blossom tree has had throughout the years

A sign of the ancients; a beauty that does not feature the gears

Happiness is what is seen in the cherry blossom tree

Though not even time can make it from the world free

Because Sadness is like the cherry blossom tree

Standing alone in the wind is what Sadness can be

Because Anger is like the cherry blossom tree

Red flaring flowers in the moonlight is what Anger can be

Because Fear is like the cherry blossom tree

Shaking cold in the night is what Fear can be

Because Life and Death are like the cherry blossom tree

Dead grey and colorful still are what Life and Death can be

The cherry blossom tree represents everything in its waking

Every petal fallen is another risk it was taking

Breathing for breath in the cold endless nights

Whispering songs as its blossoms take flight

The cherry blossom tree is the heart; that is afraid of breaking

It is the soul, down to its roots, that fights all the shaking

It is the mind, that fears for the memories of life to be lost

This is the cherry blossom tree; alive in Spring’s sun, but frozen dead by Winter’s frost