Symphony

Lonely Cherry Blossom tree,
Won’t you sing a song to me?
Write me lyrics of the stars.
Criss-crossed verses from Jupiter and Mars.
Take the melody from the Stream.
Stitch the chorus up at the seam.
Gather chords from Birds and Bees,
And rustling soft autumn leaves.
Make it bitter as cold winter snow.
A secret song that no one will know.
Maestro Cherry Blossom tree,
Conduct you forest Symphony.
Let the music make me weep
Tears that carry me to sleep.
A melody that haunts my dreams.
Beautiful nightmares caught in between.

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

The words you choose sing beautify though out this piece, I’ve been out there many a time to enjoy the sounds that nature can put forth, its amazing how the trees and the streams along with the birds and the bees seem to stay in tune. I think you’ve done a great job in capturing all that in this write.