Once, I had a cherry tree-
It cherished with sour and sweet fruits to me.
Its taste, its odor are still with me –
Its red colour enlivens me.
You see, now, why I’m a lover –
Of the cherry soap, under the shower.
You see, now, why I’m a smoker –
Of cherry cigar while I was an anti-smoker.
I’d cherish a fresh cherry breath for my last words said,
I would cherish a cherry pillow and bed when I am dead.