The Girl and the Cherry Tree
She twirls with joy, so light, so free,
Barefoot beneath the cherry tree.
The breeze plays softly in her hair,
The sunlight dances warm and fair.
The cherry tree stands tall and wide,
Its branches stretch with love inside.
It holds her dreams, it hums a tune,
A whispered song of sun and moon.
She laughs, she climbs, she swings up high,
Her fingers brush the painted sky.
The world feels vast, yet safe she stays,
Enfolded in its gentle gaze.
But time moves on, the seasons flow,
The past fades soft like melting snow.
The girl she was drifts far away,
Her laughter lost in yesterday.
Yet every spring, when blossoms rise,
Their petals float like lullabies.
Dark cherries bloom in twilight’s air,
A taste of love still resting there.
The past may fade, the years may fly,
Like fleeting clouds in silver sky.
She’s not that child, but she can see—
The tree still lives inside of she.
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