I watched the first cherry
as it fell-
sunwarmed flesh
bruised from the bumps on the journey
down to the solace of the shady floor

its skin still glimmered
with early summer’s dew
droplets like diamonds
bouncing in all directions
during the descent
and awe rose up in me
in a wave

the beauty of these fruit trees
battle scarred by winter’s winds
and yet still laden with scarlet suns
bejeweled in nature’s sweetest gifts
overwhelmed my senses
so I cast my eyes downward to the simplicity
of the fallen fruit
now lying in trampled grass
an offering
to the keepers
of the Earth