The cherry tree was the best climber in the garden, how we'd sit up in those strong brown arms and feel our limbs relax into the warm-summer air.
The cherry tree between the time of blossom and the bounty of cherries it gave was the greenest and gayest tree in the garden.
The cherry trees of the winter time were resolute in any wind, only the smallest branches dancing in the storms. All the while they abided their time until the warm weather whispered its song that the time for emerging petalled buds had come.
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