There once was a place with a Teal Sakura Tree. There a smell of apple cinimon tea in the air; such a lovely smell. It have flower blooming in every direction. Blue hydreanyas off in the distance. Goregoeous daisy's in the warm, relaxing sunlight. I would sit under that tree. I'd bask in it's beauty. The way the the petals would aways fall softly to the round. It was mesmering. It's a place I never wanted to leave. But we all have to leave eventually.