Today’s prompt is to write a travel poem, and walking through Central Park and seeing the Japanese Cherry blossoms in full bloom with New Yorkers and tourists taking pictures under it, I started thinking about living in a different country.
When I think how far
These seeds have traveled,
Planting themselves in foreign soil,
Germinating tiny shoots of hope,
Spreading roots and taking hold,
Making a new home,
And over time growing, blossoming
Into pink-white petals of joy
Announcing the end of the cold, long winter
While tourists visit the park to take photos
Of this little piece of home and natives
Hold the baby up to the downy blossoms
Light and soft on the trees and her hands.
Side by side they coo and sigh, I wonder
What this world would be like if only
We transplanted as well as the trees.