April 11: Japanese Cherry Tree
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.