Blossoms In The Dew Poem by Kelly Boutin

There's a place where rivers flow
and trees of dreams will always grow
and mulberries and cherries
and blossoms in the dew.

There's a place where willows grow
by the side of our home
and mulberries and cherries
and blossoms in the dew.

There's a place of clover fields,
parakeets and cockatiels
and lorikeets and cherries
and blossoms in the dew.

There's a place where we can rest,
gentle sleep in a cricket's nest
with cicada songs all day long
and blossoms in the dew.

There's a place of fireflies,
midnight trains and lullabies
and mulberries and cherries
and blossoms in the dew.

There's a place where ‘possoms swing
and lovers dance in the rain
and mulberries and cherries
and blossoms in the dew.

mulberries and cherries
and blossoms in the dew.