Blossoms Poem by Jay P Narain

Purple, pink, or white,
the blossoms are my heart's delight,
Apple, dogwood or cherry;
I can't stop admiring the astonishing beauty.

The wish of bare limbs looking up to the heavens,
asking for salvation from frost and rains,
Comes true in the vivid colors of blossom,
Lighting up the landscape and human imagination.

The sight of blossoms is so enchanting,
it’s like so many beauties smiling in unison,
The sight over the grove of such blossoms,
Fills the heart with passion and inspiration.

In every blossom, resides a hub of evolution,
The birds and bees adore and love this sweet creation,
Many starry leaves will be born from this tiny galaxy,
Fulfilling the cycle of creation, the blossom will wither and disappear in eternity.