Analysis of The Awakening

I wandered on the waterfront
Where cherry blossoms grow

And took some petals

And then, II let them go

They were so pink
That God seemed vain
And naked to my eye,

But I was gathered in His grace,

As they began to fly

And as this beauty broke above
My wonder far below, it burst
In pulsing rings of light

That set the scene aglow

The blossoms flew
In ways their own,
Then on the river fell

Like teardrops from a mother’s eyes
When children perish well.