Under My Own Cherry Tree
by Abhishek Peri

Snow is melting, pale green grass,
Like little shining drops of glass.
Rose pink petals fall on me,
Under my own cherry tree.

Constellations, shining stars,
I think I see planet Mars.
Shooting stars are passing by me,

Under my own cherry tree.

Jumping rope and ice-cream cones,
Rock tumblers and shiny stones.
Listening to the canary,
Under my own cherry tree.

Deciduous and evergreens,
Autumn’s coming is what it means.
Pouncing on leaves, happily,
Under my own cherry tree.

For both with friends and me alone,
I’m so glad this tree has grown.
Imagining things, secretly,
Under my own cherry tree.