Cherry Blossoms

One memory, it sticks;
Pink flakes and rain-falls,
Twisting branches, endless skies.
A breeze; it fills the earth,
My mind, my hope.
Cold,bleak, harsh, yet it brings
A sweeter tune.
A hush on me - it sings
and all is still.
I sing too, pink flakes and rain-falls.
And, filled with breeze and sun and sky,
Pink -petaled me, with you, I fly.