The beauty of the blossoming tree, <br />has me totally spellbound <br />heavily weighed, graceful boughs, <br />pale pink blossoms abound... <br /> <br />green grass with pink petals above, <br />floating lazily to the ground... <br />the air fragrant with the scent of spring, <br />my worries and tensions, unwound, <br /> <br />is there anything more beautiful? <br />than the sight of a tree in flower? <br />is there any greater feeling than to <br />sit under a flowery bower? <br /> <br />flowers, a veritable marvel of God.. <br />in every shape colour and size, <br />flowers, that have their own language <br />convey special feelings in a beautiful guise, <br /> <br />flowers I can bury my face in.. <br />flowers that make me feel pleasure... <br />flowers no doubt, His most wondrous creation, <br />their beauty knows no measure... <br /> <br />and then, there is the most wonderful of all <br />a flowering tree, no less.... <br />sit by its side, and gaze on it <br />whenever youre under duress... <br /> <br />its beauty will calm and soothe you, <br />its perfection will gladden your heart, <br />the scent of the blossoms, the buzzing of the bees, <br />will lift your spirits and and make your cares depart, <br /> <br />spring is a time of pure magic, <br />when colours and scents abound, <br />when life reminds you of its presence so beautifully, <br />and God shows us His miracles all around.<br /><br />Arti Chopra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blossoming-tree/
