New Poem: Sakura

The breeze grow cold.
Rays of the summer's eye
illuminate the earth.

Warmth starts to swirl around,

awakening nature. 

Little buds pop on the tips of branches.

Then white or pink flowers 

spread petals wide and proud

as they breathe in the spring air.

Down the path,

the colourful trees will make your eyes sparkle

with wonder.

The breathtaking scenery doesn't stay much longer

for each petal will drop and sink,

allowing emerald leaves to sprout.

I wish the cherry blossoms can stay for a little longer

so that I can sit under its shade.

This creation comes and fades

like a morning star that appears 

for lucky early birds to see.

Sakura,

I'm begging you,

please let my eyes see

your beyond beauty

for a little longer.