The west coast is a charming place to be, rain or shine. Thank you for stopping by and visiting my journal. Michelle
The plum the cherry and every tree in sight
your branches once bare, are now pink and white
It’s time to awaken from your wintery slumber
your blossoms delicate and so many to number
A gentle breeze sweeps, few raindrops fall
blossoms, not disturbed, adorn trees so tall
Your colours they shimmer against skies so blue
the plum, the cherry and the peach tree too
Your show is not finished until life force decides
when your beauty, so fleeting, quickly subsides
Thank you for this blessing and the joy you bring
from all of us and the birds that sing!
- by me (Michelle)
your branches once bare, are now pink and white
It’s time to awaken from your wintery slumber
your blossoms delicate and so many to number
A gentle breeze sweeps, few raindrops fall
blossoms, not disturbed, adorn trees so tall
Your colours they shimmer against skies so blue
the plum, the cherry and the peach tree too
Your show is not finished until life force decides
when your beauty, so fleeting, quickly subsides
Thank you for this blessing and the joy you bring
from all of us and the birds that sing!
- by me (Michelle)
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