Cherry Blossom

 In the fields of bloodied roses

Trampled stems, Stolen thorns 

Wilted petals that can never grow back.

Under the splattered cherry blossoms

Lies a lone tulip 

Left to witness the burning corpses

Of all those who have passed its place

Nothing left of them to remember 

But congealed stains of black

Scabs on blades of Grass

Its bell hangs far too low

Dragging its head through the dirt

Its color fading with each cycle of the moon

The cherry blossoms trunk never falters

Its roots entwined with the tulip

Trapped forever within its grasp 

Slowly pulling the bell out of the dirt

Unfolding all the creases in my petals

Finally accepting the nurture of the sun

Rain washes away the scabs

The Blossoms trunk grows ever stronger

Hidden along its loving shadow

A second bell sprouts anew

Lonesome no more

For Tulips there will be two