Beneath the Cherry Tree

This morning, I paused.

It wasn’t planned. I was walking past the cherry trees near work, the same ones I’ve seen bloom every spring for the last seven years. But the sunrise light hit just right—warm and golden, spilling across soft pink blossoms and new copper leaves—and something about it made me stop and breathe.

There’s a quiet kind of beauty in spring. It doesn’t demand your attention. It just shows up, quietly, and waits to be noticed.

That moment stayed with me through the rest of the day. So I wrote it down in a poem. I hope it captures the feeling.

Beneath the Cherry Tree

Petals blush in morning light,
Softly catching golden white.
Layered blooms, a fragrant hush,
Spring arrives in tender rush.

Bronze leaves stretch with quiet flame,
New and bold, yet still unnamed.
A moment held in gentle breath—
A fleeting pause from time and stress.

The branches sway but make no sound,
While petals drift to kiss the ground.
Each one falls, a whispered grace,
No hurry in their measured pace.

I’ve watched this tree for seven years,
Through springtime bloom and winter’s tears.
And still it finds a way to stun,
Reaching softly for the sun.

I didn’t plan to stop today—
Too much to do, too much to say.
But beauty stood and asked me then,
To simply look. To breathe again.

No need to chase, no need to plan,
Spring will bloom where still you stand.
Not everything must move or grow—
Some truths are told in quiet show.

It’s easy to rush past beauty when you’re busy, but sometimes the smallest moments offer the deepest peace.
Thanks for reading—and for sharing this space with me.

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Captured near Port Angeles, Washington, this moment beneath the cherry blossoms inspired both a photograph and a springtime poem.