Spring

Ah, can you feel that breeze

That rustles the cherry trees

And brings me to my knees

As pink blossoms rain from the canopy

It is a sea of colors

The flowers, vines, and little crawlers

That scavenge the forest floor

Searching for something more

I smell that fresh scent

Of dew on grass blades

The soil that ferments

Under the thundering cascades

I stare up at the pin-like trees

Who stand still against the breeze

With bushes of leaves jade-green

I wonder what they have seen

A blue jay flies by

Its feathers blue as the sky

The heavens are it’s highway

Always looking headway

Spring