Warm gentle breezes may sweep through the delicate petals of cherry
blossoms
Caressing them with promising whispers of the future comfort it will
always bring them
And as it kisses their refined little pink and ivory skins, the scent
surrounds and engulfs
All around the precious cherry blossom tree, where I have stood before
To be a most appreciative victim of the waft

Thats beautiful dollface.

I wish I had the same ability with words that you do...