Lonesome Tree ( Sonnet )

O'er shines a moon on unique blossoms
And thou they gleam in divine pulchritude
A Prunus guides these delicates beyond
Towards oblivion and purity
Thus beauty grants hope to thy cherry bark
Which within thine soul thy will loath to seek
Of love, to spread thine pressence and beauty
But thine days come, in which thy grow'th weak
Thy blossoms may glow of natures womb still
For rebirth and life, upon thine seasons
Thy will proceed to flow forth on God's path
And will thou ages slither on thine skin
As thine dull wrinckled cherry coat shall weep
Upon thine last day, which thy show no kin

2/3/13 ~ Erwin Jung