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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh! This is lovely. Moreover cherry blossoms are my favourite.