Cherry blossoms on a tree on a tree
Stayed still as they could be
Pink and white, waiting
Waiting for the sun that's so bright
The day seemed supremely light
All seems right till that very night
When the sun came coming out
Here it was, withering in a drought
Whoosh, Whoosh, Whoosh
As the wind howls its song
the tree passed on
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