Have you ever sensed the petals
in their rebirth of the frigid dawn?
Have you seen where change there effortlessly settles?
Out the bud I will be found.
For that....change is growth and…
growth is nature’s living entity.
For I’m a cherry blossom in the motherland.
You will notice me, I’m feral in captivity.
My soul is tangible and its color’s scarlet.
Soul music or music for the soul, you choose.
Do not ever mix my colors in a palette,
your palms and ears will burn, I’m blues.
Have you ever mixed up life with death?
See…blackberry winter’s thrilling and statuesque.
Consume me in my whole-a breath.
Shape your world as lines around me…
I’ll be your flower in the arabesque.