Lovliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now of my three score years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me 50 more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry tree hung with snow.
~A. E. Houseman~
"Lovliest of Trees"
I think this poem is a reminder to enjoy each day, to find and appreciate the beauty around us. We can find beauty even in the most unlikeliest of places, not just in these obviously gorgeous cherry trees. We just have to open our minds to see it.