Budding tiny pink blooms,
In my backward, I see,
Awakening to light, as spring looms,
Making the spirits soar, in me.
After harsh wintry days,
Just as I look forward to life,
Their fragrance fills up the space,
Brightens me up - as happiness is rife
Gently, as the wind blows,
I try here today, to be resolute,
A carpet of pink slowly shows,
Spreading in me, a joy absolute
Flowers to leaves, with passage of time,
Going through the cycle of life as I do,
The tree stands tall, in their prime,
Onward I move, without much further ado.