Cherry Blossoms

This gives a rather sweet love story about a cherry blossom

Cherry blossoms:

As I am sitting in this large field with nice pristine cut green grass,

Surrounding me are cherry blossom trees,

The one tree that has so much beauty on its own,

And it tells its own story,

I take a moment to brace what’s around me,

Something most people in my self-loathed, high standard,

Nitty greaty generation that I was categorized in wouldn’t do.

Just take a moment and breath,

I close my eyes to listen to the sounds of nature,

Then suddenly a small fragile, and dainty flower falls on to my head,

I take it a pond myself to hold it in my small hands,

So small, something people over look and it’s so beautiful,

Not many look at the little things and think it is beautiful,

Everyone wants the big picture,

And if everyone gets the big picture then who gets the little ones?

Where is there shining moment?

There just as beautiful as the big ones,

I’m one of the little ones,

I am overlooked,
I didn’t think anyone would notice who I am,
I didn’t think anyone care for what I had planned for my life.

Little did I know there was someone that didn’t overlook the little one,

Just like the cherry blossom he notice the beauty in the flower,

Not in the tree it's self,

He also noticed the fragileness,
The tender care it needed,

What I needed,

The cheer blossom tree didn’t start out to be beautiful,

It started out as something as small as an everyday pea,

And with a little extra help,

It grew and learned to be beautiful,

I grew and started to learn how to be beautiful,

How to feel beauty,

It wasn’t me no,

It was him,

I am the flower and he held me in his hands,

That is something that is beautiful,

What’s beautiful is the love he has for this flower,

This small flower that doesn’t think much of its self because people overlook it,

People hurt it,

And threw all the pain that I have been threw I am glad the love he has for me is true,

It’s just as beautiful as the little flower in my hands,

And one day,

He’ll show this flower to our children,

And they will learn to not love the big picture,

because sometimes it's not all that great,

sometimes it's the little ones that make the beauty in life,

Our love will be forever internal,

Just like the tree,

It will die,

But the knowledge and story behind it will still grow,

Creating it's own story, it's own path

And that’s the beauty of it.
-Natasha Busch 7/16/15

Reviews

[Urja Gokani]

well penned amazingly written keep it up ~!!

[Valeria P.]

Beautiful piece of poetry...I could never pull something like off...Keep it up,love!!!

[Natasha Busch]

Thank you so much! :)

[J Todd Underhill]

I enjoyed this piece! Welcome to Writers Café. I look forward to reading more from you. I host a radio show for poetry each Friday night at 8pm Mountain time. www.worldpoetryopenmic.net

[Natasha Busch]

Hey thank you! I'll definitely check it out!