The Blossoms Upon the boughs of the trees The blossoms do dance in the breeze, Awakening dreams, Fragrant and light, In colors so pure, A wondrous delight. They arch toward the blue sky, Their beauty makes grounds softly sigh, Every petal a prayer, Close to the earth, Exhaling their sweetness, Giving joy and mirth.

— Adeline Dutton Train Whitney

• Adeline Dutton Train Whitney