Loveliest of trees, the cherry now / Is hung with bloom along the bough.

I never see that prettiest thing-
A cherry bough gone white with Spring-
But what I think, "How gay 'twould be
To hang me from a flowering tree.

I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.

I see trees of green........ red roses tooI see ’em bloom..... for me and for youAnd I think to myself.... what a wonderful world.I see skies of blue..... clouds of whiteBright blessed days....dark sacred nightsAnd I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the skyAre also on the faces.....of people ..going byI see friends shaking hands.....sayin’.. how do you doThey’re really sayin’......I love you.

To date, many of the crabapple trees have been replaced with flowering cherry trees, which also have an alternating pink and white flower. We wanted to keep the same theme along the street in the spring.

Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.