The branches tremble in the breeze
as pink among the white trees grow,
while petals pirouette with ease,
displaced by zephyr's tremolo.

As petals from their perch depart,
the branches tremble in the breeze,
while wafts of wind fall calm, then start
to blow again in soft reprise.

On springtime days like this I seize
the chance to watch in fine display
the branches tremble in the breeze
that breathes upon the blooms of May.

God has not gifted me with gold,
but yet I fall upon my knees
for this, His dance, that I behold --
the branches tremble in the breeze.