I stare out at the cherry blossoms
In marvel and joy I watch them bloom
Then they burst out with their effloresces
As though awaking from mother nature’s womb,
And there I watch awestruck and in wonder
As though GOD splashed paint upon each branch
Through beauty, and only for beauty I cry a tear
As the blossoms explode in a pink and red avalanche.
No more beauty and wonder could one man ever see
Than watching the cherry blossoms upon a tree.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem