A E Housman's words seem so simple yet encompass so much.

His cherry tree is presumably the wild one, which Scots know as gean. It can be spotted in all sorts of country spots and outcrops at the moment.

LOVELIEST OF TREES,

THE CHERRY NOW

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now,

Is hung with bloom along the bough,

And stands about the woodland ride

Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,

Twenty will not come again,

And take from seventy springs a score,

It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom

Fifty springs are little room,

About the woodlands I will go

To see the cherry hung with snow.