She lies beneath magnificent cherry blossoms,
watches the whispering winds of spring, sing, spin,
she becomes a child again, full of wonder and awe,
dreaming of magic, love and flowers blooming,
soon a teenager laughing, lying with her first love,
face flushed red with cherry blossom dreams,
emerging into her twenties, just married and hopeful,
full of confetti streams scattering in perfect light,
age whirls and whirrs to her forties, her second husband,
second flush of cherry youth, another forever blossoms,
swiftly into her sixties, quiet reflection at another passing,
a quiet dignity to throw her life up in the air again,
back to her eighties, a life cycle comes full circle,
caught in a flurry of cherry blossom delight, then departed.
