Cracks in the pavement
Look like rivers approaching
an estuary.

Natural beauty,
the shapes and forms wandering,
sanctifies the road.

Cherry trees branches,
A wide canopy of leaves.
Blossom blows away

Sung geometry,
held still and made eternal,
Catches at my throat

In the North, a blossom tree was rare
The rhodendrons never had a flower
But in the South the trees are very fair
In the North a blossom tree was rare
Mad people broke off branches with great tears
The trees were green with sun and soft swept showers
In the North a blossom tree was rare
The rhodendrons never ever flowered