The Cherry Tree. Poem by Kevin Hulme

When first I saw the Cherry Tree, I knew at once how grace could be. For there it stood in April's light, Adorned in clothes of Bridal White. How it proudly reigns in Spring's slow tune, no eye could fault its perfect bloom. And should the Sun set buds aflame, the ashen Moon will cool and tame. Violent red the Cherry's grow, like Rubies cast amongst the snow. When first I saw the Cherry Tree, I saw at once it's Majesty, For like this life the Blush was made, and like this life the bloom will fade.