Coming To Thirst First Upon This Earth

The Cherry Blossoms bloom from buds. To signal the beginning of a new Spring season. Pre-ordained to sustain a cycle that remains. And contains within such a mysterious wonder. That captivates a captured awe. With a flawlessness that seems to inspire. The shortness of lived beauty introduced, Infuses to linger longer in one's memory... To keep it there seduced. With a freshness of its birth patiently anticipated. And hesitant we are to approach its delicate appearance. As a perfectness of this is witnessed! Coming to thirst first upon this Earth. The Cherry Blossoms bloom from buds. With an animated life that lives, To experience then to quickly be gone. As a perfectness of this is witnessed. Reminding those aware of what is shared, That nothing within nature's existence is dismissed... Coming to thirst first upon this Earth. Although... A growth then from a youthfulness quickened by age, Through a process that saves not... A glow diminished of blemishes. With a withering done in stages... All of us under the Sun soon forget. As a decaying replaces the experience.