The Cherry Blossoms

The wind blows
rustling the autumn leaves.
The once rosy cherry blossoms
wither and drop
their shatter reverberating
through the cosmos.
The seasons roll over
and take the tree top
higher and higher,
farther away from me.
I smile, knowing,
the cherries are now closer to you
and you can now see,
and feel and smell,
just a little better,
the scent of the fresh blooms
and the quiver of their feathers.
Oh mother, don't bother,
smile, not sigh,
for am your daughter
and fight I shall,
until I see you
and we are one again,
once and forever.

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