Wedding Poem

The Wedding Trees

Author: Julia Ann Holliday

The flowering cherries
Flowing and pink, 
Blossoms, like snow
Fall to the ground, 
Never making a sound.
Like pink confetti, 
Their petals are ready.
They must be The Wedding Trees.
I'll get married under one of these.
I, d like to get married
In satin and bows, 
As petals fall on my clothes, 
And scent touches my nose, 
As I tingle at the toes.
So just hold my hand, 
And we'll stroll through the land, 
Tears roll down my face, 
In this Heavenly place, 
This is my Wedding day!