How beautiful the feeling of the air
Upon my face as I walk beneath old trees.
Sunlight shares their pattern while all’s bare.
Oh,joyful eye to see such shapes as these.
Under the old cherry I look at
The little branches geometric form
My hand extends as if I want to pat;
To share my joyfulness and feelings warm.
I glance to see the time upon my watch
A gift from one who whom time has torn away.
A tear drops to my cheek and my heart knocks;
For I must pay my largest bills today
Yet though I miss the bus again, I’ve had
The wit to pause to see this vision glad