Cherry Blossom Poem by Paul Reed

Cherry blossoms fell like gentle rain
Their cling on the branch so fleeting,
Soundlessly descending, touching our faces
Then earth delicately meeting;

Like our dreams they fluttered down
Evading outstretched, playful hands,
Heavenly petals falling in the breeze
Clustering in carpeted bands;

One by one, they fell
On the lilt of the cool air passing,
Then lying on their grassy graves
In their unflustered pink amassing