Tree

Passing by,

Tree,

soft winds whisper, light and free.

Golden sunbeams gently play,

warming hearts along the way.

On my way through fields so wide,

colors dance on every side.

Cherry blossoms touch the sky,

as the days go passing by.

Birds are singing, skies so blue,

every step feels fresh, anew.

Spring awakens, here to stay,

guiding me along my way.