April 11: Japanese Cherry Tree

by allisonkujiraoka

Why is it sad when the cherry petals fall?

I know beauty is fleeting and all

A panic descends before the bloom

Fear of rain, of wind that could spell doom

But scatter they do, predictably so

fluttering fast like a freakish snow

Too much drama hung on a delicate branch

forced to stand in for life’s transience

Too much ink spilled, too many drunk hours

All at the mercy of a fragile pink flower.