O Wild Cherry Tree.
Centered in the valley’s forest crown,
Upon a leaf-filled padded pregnant hill,
Sparkling as a gem above the ground,
As a priestess calls a mystic thrill.
Upward send your flowers fragrant prayer,
Your silent motion sent through nature’s arms,
Devotedly reveal what we can bear,
Of holy nature’s vast and psychic charms.
Take us to your offering to the sky,
Decorate our feelings as your sight,
Open in our heart your pink red sigh,
That wraps around the mind in sky-blue light.
O wildness cherry tree of divine hue,
Bring Descent as in the sight of you.