Philosophical

you are the indicator of spring 
why 
it seems just like yesterday 
when i saw you for the first time 
in my little brain 
all popped up like an umbrella 
your petals swung upon your frame 
but not on the lower part 
there where your trunk meets the earth 
but up here where you are propped 
up in the spring time air where all is fair 
why 
like in the old times it is when 
your little wings need to be spread out again 
to breathe in some of that fresh air post rain 
you and i both know and oh 
pretty little white cherry flower 
by the time you bloom again 
times would have changed by then 
like by now 
for the fruit to become 
something yet red again 
it bursts in the end 
a sappy pap spurting