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.


Which statement best tells the theme of this poem?

A. We need to appreciate every moment of our lives.
B. Beauty and youth are brief.
C. Beauty can only be appreciated by the young.
D. Spring blossoms are often ruined by snow.