Under The Cherry Tree Poem by Floy Dy Ra Aka Floyd Floydson

And I'm sitting under the cherry tree then
so engrossed in April
I listening to the hum
fully awake, drunk a lot of nectar.

The bumble-bee and the bee dance
which is so rich in the choir
in the faith firmly, only this tune
attracts more deep way from a refreshment.

The holding hands behind the ears
as a funnel, so you may listen
the nameless wonder and exhilarating
the untold, driven like a fool.

As in ecstasy without end the droning
hum drunk hardworking droves
the cherry to the song quite stupid
although still young in years.

The attraction seems tireless
and probably never listened to
the tree is pumping diligently nectar
in a trance, he flourishes throughout.

The furrow deep
the grain reaches the calf
draw the fleecy clouds
the fresh green that glows softly.

The north wind blows still cold
the white flowers fragrance gone
Memory revives you fresh
the sun is already burning strong, a raven crows.

Sounded on long journeys
from far across the sea
the cherry blossoms singing too
the song of spring, in the blossom of heyday.

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Floy Dy Ra,04/17/2014