Omitting Cherry Blossoms

The back fields of the cherry blossoms I grew I grew them years and years ago for you The aromatherapy of the pink blossoms that omit Will swirl, dance, and aerially lift Finding its way to your waiting nose Shimmering and playing - going up your clothes Afflicted by the stunning aroma you smell Leading you to beside the old well Down into the well - the deep depths you peer When all of a sudden you're held by this gripping fear Not a noise amongst the cherry trees is heard Silence - not an airplane, bat, or bird Waiting until your eyes adjust to the dark Having an eerie feeling this experience will leave a mark