The Blossoming Tree Poem by Arti Chopra

The beauty of the blossoming tree,
has me totally spellbound
heavily weighed, graceful boughs,
pale pink blossoms abound...

green grass with pink petals above,
floating lazily to the ground...
the air fragrant with the scent of spring,
my worries and tensions, unwound,

is there anything more beautiful?
than the sight of a tree in flower?
is there any greater feeling than to
sit under a flowery bower?

flowers, a veritable marvel of God..
in every shape colour and size,
flowers, that have their own language
convey special feelings in a beautiful guise,

flowers I can bury my face in..
flowers that make me feel pleasure...
flowers no doubt, His most wondrous creation,
their beauty knows no measure...

and then, there is the most wonderful of all
a flowering tree, no less....
sit by its side, and gaze on it
whenever youre under duress...

its beauty will calm and soothe you,
its perfection will gladden your heart,
the scent of the blossoms, the buzzing of the bees,
will lift your spirits and and make your cares depart,

spring is a time of pure magic,
when colours and scents abound,
when life reminds you of its presence so beautifully,
and God shows us His miracles all around.