Blessing the flowering fruit trees

Plum Tree

Hasn’t every poem about your

effusion of petals

drifting softly in the wind

luring bees to bathe in

each corolla’s golden pollen shower,

already been written?

What thanks can I give  

for your generosity overflowing

into petal, pollen, leaf and fruit

so abundant that you release them

to the breeze and the birds and the earth

without regret,

but these words.

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  בָּרוּךְ אַתָּה יְיָ אֶלֹהֵינוּ מֶלֶךְ הָעוֹל,
  שֶׁלֹא חִסַּר בָּעוֺלָמוֺ כְּלוּם,
  וּבָרָא בוֺ בְּרִיּוֺת טוֺבוֺת וְאִילָנוֺת טוֺבִים, לְהַנּוֺת בָּהֶם
  בְּנֵי אָדָם׃

  Baruch Ata Ado-nai, E-loheinu, Melech Ha'olam,
  shelo hasair b'olamo kloom,
  ubara bo briyot tovot v'ilanot tovot,
  leihanot bahem b'nai adam

Blessed are You, Adonai, Sovereign of the Universe,

who withheld nothing at all from the world You created 

and  placed in it both good creatures and flowering tree

 in which we can take pleasure.
(thanks to Elaine Reuben for the not-quite-literal translation.)