To the East, of our home, sits a Cherry Tree,

Illuminated by morning sun rise.

Light dances through, and over her arms,

Telling a story of hidden secrets,

Spotted only with careful viewing.

Her face revealed,

With aged etchings,

Long worn,

From keeping watch.

Delving more,

A limb with purpose,

Extending into,

A clenched fist.

A symbol of,

Solidarity,

Strength,

And Unity.

To me signs,

Are a life force.

Presented,

To show our path.

This sign,

On our land,

Gives hope,

Of age old values,

Preserve,

Persevere,

Hold dear,

A life,

A love,

The land,

Bestowed,

Upon you,

From past,

To future.