To the top pasture hill,
where sunlight falls in the winter morning;
and the birds sweetly cries.
The cherry tree stood still.
The wonders of nature I see.
How grateful to see it blossom.
It bring feels to appreciate mother;
it brings the dead alive.
The tree that blossoms to cherish life,
Brightful sight that brings lovers together;
the beauty that let tounge say,
How perfect heaven has made.
The tree of life that stood still;
through seasons I see, but there's none better.
so I wait for the season,
where sorrows go off as to get a glimpse of this beautiful wonder brings peace to mind.
How great thou art.
©kimugha
K