A small cherry tree over the hill,
was indeed the most priceless still.
It endured all alone,
like a gem adorning a throne.
The lush green leaves and fruits,
hot summer witnessed a lot of loots.
With the new season in,
was time to shed the leaves to the bin.
Only the browns could be seen,
the tree was never so weak and lean.
The chill wind as it blew,
left behind solid ice and no dew.
The tree engulfed in snowy white,
seemed like a bride in sight.
As the season passed by,
a rejuvenated soul said HI.
With a pod of birds all around,
I was only left spellbound.
A small cherry tree stood alone and tall,
only to convey a moral to all.