The wind blows sotfly...

Mith inspired me to do write this poem, although it is albeit short.

.Cherry.Blossoms.

A wonderful blessing,
That is given to this accursed world,
Which is the soft, gentle petals,
Which are marveled by all.

Such simplicity,
Of that which they view,
Such a wondrous phenomenon,
Of the complexity within such flowers.

That which,
Is tainted slightly,
With a pigment of red,
Making pure white into pink;
Stained with blood,
For underneath,
Many a cherry blossom tree,
Lay a dead body.

That wretched corpse,
Has its blood be fed through the tree,
Like when there is rain;
The blood is taken,
Into the tree's roots,
And from there flows,
Inevitably into the once pure flower.

The petals that are soiled,
Show the true nature of human nature;
All purity is lost,
And all that remains is evil.

However,
You have not these qualities,
You move with such grace,
And you give compassion to others.
You are untainted,
By humanity's stain,
And instead remain a pure flower.

Unaware of your fate,
Of which you do not realize,
You smile in my direction,
Unaware of my true intent.
My intent to taint you,
My little cherry blossom.