Every day is new
the age-old sun
mints in sniffing
a blossoming fragrance
off nothing just off
the soil, a pure earth!

Deep inside of this
hallowed turf is a
a perfumed earth:
A rose in the heart!

When I first held you in my hands,
you were very tiny
I gave you a house where you can grow up
The sun gave you more and more power
So much that you have always been thirsty
That I often had to call the rain for you
Every day you become taller and more beautiful with your blossoms
And now you take care of me with your tasty fruits
Thank you,
My little cherry tree.

Look around you
not with your eyes
but your heart.

Look beyond beauty
in sad and shy faces.

And then imagine
how they could blossom
if truly loved.

I'm no honeybee
But
I want your nectar
I don't want to pluck,
Oh blooming flower,
I just want you
To grow
In my garden