Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Cherry Blossom

In month of April in this year,

I blossomed on my cherry tree.

In the thousands we did appear,

Some white, some red, some pink like me.

Bigger and stronger I did grow,

Thanks to light and warmth of the sun.

I did dance when breezes did blow.

Rain was so welcome to this one.

But instinct told me that I would

For just a short while be a bloom.

For coming cherry fruit, I should

Wilt away so as to make room.

As a fruit I will not last long.

I hear a hungry bird in song.