The trees are white , they are red , full

The branchs are dark and ready

And don't touch but sometimes

They are full like hopefull

They are part and whole turning

and twisting to the sky like we do

They blend and not brake in the wind always growing up to the

sky growing as we grow grow

Spring cherry blossoms

Dear Everyone

It is spring and it is cherry Blossom time, flowers and all those holidays.

as my child says What you doing !

Cindy