Sakura

A golden glow is cast upon

The awe that lays before me

The early buds of spring arrived

Displayed in all their glory

As Golden Hour deepens

The hue grows rich and light,

My spirits lift as I observe

My soul grows wings,

Takes flight.

I bask within the joyous mood

Excitement manifesting,

For all are here, surprised as I

The scene we have been blessed with.

We react like children, young and old

Magic in the air,

Our cameras click and smiles grow broad

This experience we share

With innocent abandon

Through the trees we play,

Non-existent inhibitions

We marvel in this day.

The blush of rose grows colder now

The sun is getting low

But now, burned in our memories

The shadow of its glow.