Well Schools finally complete, but whose still stressed out? ME! Oh the joy, here's my poem.

Sakura Blossoms

Pink snow litter the courts,

Leaving behind a sweet breeze.

Those who litter the floor are forgotten,

The gentle breeze blows away the smell.

All is hidden under this pink bead of snow.

What is hidden beneath the these petals

Are the innocence of a child soon to meet the real world.

Hidden in a mothers embrace.

They never feel the cold, hate or fear.

Like the Sakura they will soon mature and grow.

Then wilt to protect their own loved ones.