A Sakura

I’m Sakura, a Sakura, a flowering cherry. I’m booming fast and pretty ill slowly fall, fall to the ground as the wind blows me around. Look at the site to be hold, the people down below. Running, talking, life full of mistakes oh what it be like to be one. Oh what it be like not to die in such a fragile state, all around my 4 petals go soon I’ll hit the ground and no one will ever know. Almost there I can see it now a spot for me a proud flowering cherry.