Cheery tree before the storm

Listen to the wind in the leaves, watch the clouds form.
I will be at the cheery tree, right before the storm.
The blossom drifts to the ground, carpeting the grass beneath me.
They twirl and dance as they complete their path, following an unheard song.
Feel the water in the air, hear the distant rumble.
I'll be at the cheery tree, right before the storm.
The branches are wreathed in bright spring's bloom, knowing not of winter's gloom.
They cheerfully sway back and forth, waving their blossoms anew.
Breathe in the sweet stormy air, fill yourself with storms strength.
I will be at the cherry tree, right before the storm breaks.