White flowering tree
Who sent you?
Your neighboring pines
don't catch my eye.
There in the sunlight
hidden by the foreground
trees don't display
for my delight.
Yet in the light
your cupped white
petals outshine
all the muted others.
White flowering tree
the wind gives you
motion, like you're dancing
on an ocean
of sea green.
But dancing for me?
Who sent the wind?
So that you could
pretend, to wave
to me?