I have passed by this normal place
Maybe millions of times
Never I thought it’d amaze
With such as is afore my eyes.
See the sun dipping; whole and bright
From this suburban perch
Amidst semi’s. See colours strike!
Blood-orange and pink merge!
And the clouds; shades of lilac-grey
Stand out against French-blue
All tinged with reflections of rays
That shine a blush-rose hue.
Plus, see cherry blossom trees; grown tall
Their pretty plum-petals
Add beauty even as they fall,
Upon carpet settle.
It’s such a momentary view
That one could blink and miss
Or, dazed, you may pass through
Ignoring this raw-bliss.