Its hard to look at.
The delicate softness, just sitting there, Swaying blowing around. Mocking me.
You look out the window and see this beautiful sight. An enticing calling of ” Come out. Come out here and enjoy my beauty”. And you do.
And then you walk outside, to gaze into its inviting petals, to smell its rich aroma.
And you get rained on. Or you freeze to death because its only 33 degrees out.
Curse you blooming Cherry Blossoms.