Poetry & Nostalgia

Growing up, the Cherry Blossom tree in the garden was a big part of my life. It was a beauty to see in full bloom and sometimes a nuisance when its flowers would fall in the Autumn.

This post is a poem that i have written regarding my Cherry Blossom tree and the inevitable nostalgia that arises from life on the move, as an expat.

Dear Cherry Blossom

I remember you, fondly

The beautiful hues of pink that your flower exudes

The petals that the gentle breeze would whisk down to me

The way your branches outstretch in its full glory

And shelter me from the harsh rays of the Sun.

Oh Cherry Blossom tree; how I miss your cycles

Autumn, Winner, Spring & Summer

How I envy your root; fixed firmly under the soil

Entrenched, permanent, everlasting

You have nothing to fear; not even the tree surgeon

As he cuts you with his chainsaw leaving only a stump

Remember you still have your roots firmly planted

The blessings of nature is the curse of man

Our feet move us, the elements move us

Abandoning our roots, once twice, thrice

With no soil or bedding to bind us

I leave you dear cherry blossom tree

You may not have me,

And I may not have you

But you have your roots

But you have your roots