Cherry Blossoms

Not a roaring thunder neither a hailing frost
It's a March awakening with sunshine of joy
While each sound insists to be that friend whose path yet not crossed
With mine; winding leaves,survived seedlings.

Distracted my thoughts those were meant
To produce a fruitful verse sitting alone
Or running after events to make an employment
In the job of picking the unspoken beauty of the morn.

But I will fail to garner thee in praise
That should be undone for the reasons
As it can't be and can be the winning crown as the chirping says
I realise under the snowfall of cherry blossoms.