My Tree

This morning, flowers fluttering on a crabapple tree outside my window greeted me with a warm spring scent. Their whiteness always impresses me. I feel so lucky to have them closeby, only I also have to prepare myself for their eventual demise. Soon the delicate petals will become ripe fruits, tempting birds and squirrls alike. The remants of their beauty scattered about on the grass below the many branches.

But for now, today, I can enjoy the flowers as they are, complete and unmarred. Existing for my pleasure.