Cherry Blossoms and Whatnot

Gnarly, rotted
Confident with my nakedness
Old is the crown I wear,
Fare due for not dying.

I am but a cloud,
Briefly staying, constantly changing.
Drifting along with all of my truths,
Aware that I will always be,
And never be
the same.

Hot, beyond hot
Dry
Thirsty beyond parched,
Cracked brown earth
Death is looming
I welcome my Savior,
Rain.

Cold, beyond cold
Wind blowing
Eyes frozen open,
Sticks for arms.
I am alive, just
For a moment...