Truly, the cherry blossoms are quite pretty around where I live (map), thankfully neglected by the majority of both tourists and locals alike. While sitting with Anthony under some blossoms yesterday, I thought about how many have tried to put the feeling into words, and how they certainly must have failed. Not being one to pass up a chance to fail miserably, I've given it a go myself:

            Oh humble Cherry Tree
            Passing the year in quiet slumber
            Alive after the long winter
            Heavily laden with Spring's finest glory
            Beauty beyond the grasp of words
            Not retarded crap like poetry

the end