• The cherry blossoms in spring, flourescent pink, Buetiful bloom
    as day turns to night, the blossoms are reinvigorated by the full moon
    falling to the ground, slowly and delicate, a gentle midnight monsoon
    i take a gaze, and a step back, giving it room
    i see the buety from afar, taking it in, i know they will wilt soon
    but the spring breeze will sweep them away, like a gentle broom
    the breeze is where they started alone, and it will be their tomb
    but spring brings with it rebirth, the prescense of death sleep, not loom
    for when the cherry blossoms come back, they will again.......... Bloom