~xtra xtra-read all about it~The Story Of Weep©

There grew weeping a cherry tree
where the spring flowed,
with little buds all over
to happily please your nose.
When the spring went down
and laid to rest,
the tree was stripped
and no longer dressed.
For the bright eyed spring
away did leap,
the little buds
in their leaf cradles sleep.
Ever so silently with odors they commune,
and vow come spring to be in full bloom.
Thus they will awaken within an hour,
after given a refreshing warm shower.
Showing off their beautiful pink robes,
finding a branch they will strike a pose!
Copyright ©2006~S@L~

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