Cherry Blossom Fields Poem by White Tiger

Walking through the cherry fields
Admiring the colors
There are pinks and reds
With soft fresh odors

The leaves fall to the ground
Without making a sound
And decorate our heads
Forming colorful crowns

When the wind whistles in your ear
It's a beautiful time of year
The pinks and reds will mix so clear
It means the cherry blossoms are here

They are so abundant
They act as shields
Covering the surroundings
Are this cherry blossom fields.


C. Vergara
11.17.2010