The cool wind blowing thro’ the tress,
The flower petals shaking in the breeze,
Of white, pink, crimson and red,
Clustered like stars in a lovely bed.
The autumn wind touching their skin,
Making them fall with their kith n kin.
Like rain of flowers from the sky
They smell so sweet like a cherry pie.
Their groove looks so beautiful n bright,
Even the sun looks at them with awe in its light.
Sparkling like emeralds and rubies too
They are nothing but SAKURA known as CHERRY BLOSSOMS too.