Whenever I see Cherry blossoms, I think of three things: teenage love, renewal, and impermanence… THE Cherry Tree Come, come, my darling, Let us sing the song of infinity Under yonder cherry tree. Then, we shall watch the sunset, As though nothing mattered anymore. The night will be young, Willing to let the dream come true. Come, come, my love, And let us caress the stars On the wings of doves and angels. Sooner or later, yonder valleys Will be snowy and cold, Willing to hide us from the world. No more tears; No more fears. Only silence and us. No more detours; No more cruel lures. Only truth and us. Whichever way the wind blows, We shall be embraced and loved. So, come, my darling, And let us become eternal Under yonder cherry tree. ©2008 Cendrine Marrouat