We walked, today, amid the basin trees,
Explosive beauty there before our eyes
It’s cherry-blossom Washington, DC
In subtle pink profusion city wide
So delicate each petal on its twig
Yet year on year the trees survive all storms
Their gnarled trunks all twisted, branches big
Bear witness to their struggles; it’s their norm
A metaphor for DC politics
Democracy is fragile like the blooms
And sometimes votes to power lunatics
Where gross corruption-storms o’er DC loom
But I have faith in our Democracy
‘Though tyrants come, our country will survive
Our citizens like trunks of cherry trees
Will conquer storms – that we may also thrive
4/2/18
