• The bark is brown,
    The blossom is red,
    Yet they are still tucked away,
    In their green leaf beds.

    The time has come,
    To get up and go,
    As the weeks pass,
    A flowery smile they show.

    The tree is not bare,
    In fact it is pink!
    Like a brown boat,
    In a sea of pink it sinks.

    The petals have fallen,
    Yet the wind is still blowing.
    The petals spin around,
    As if it was snowing.