Cherry Blossom
When I die,
Please, bury me,
Underneath a cherry tree,
And I shall blossom with each spring-
And scatter my loveliness, free.
When time, it comes,
Weep not, dear one,
But know that I am free-
To part the skies, with wings spread wide,
And to cross the vast blue seas.
And in the springtime, every year,
When white gives way to green,
You'll sit beneath my outstretched arms
As I shower you with pink.
Then close your eyes and run your hands,
All through the petal covered deep,
And in my soft, pink fragerant bed,
You'll lay your head to sleep.
And in your dreams, you'll hear my laughter,
Dancing on the the hills,
Singing sweet as silver bells,
"My love, I love you still!"
Please, keep me warmly in your heart,
All through the ice and rain;
For when the frozen earth relents,
Each spring, I'll bloom again.
When I die, love,
Bury me
Underneath a cherry tree,
That I may blossom with each spring-
And scatter my loveliness, free.
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