HOPE ?

(through the eyes of a cherry tree)

One late spring frost; that’s all it takes.
Nipped all my cherry buds ‘bout to bloom;
Life fades out, no beauty wakes,
More or less like an empty flume.
What a spread had I in the year gone past,
Snow white petals with a tinge of pink.
Pretty blossoms filled my branches fast
Thus, to a watching world, I would prink.

One late spring frost! Alas! that’s all it takes.
My buds all brown have fallen down!
No fruit I bear and my heart it breaks
Will next spring, me with blossoms, crown?

arjohn
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