Weeping Willow

As I wept beneath the willow tree

The grass below me began to die

Flowers wilted at the sight of me

and black clouds filled up the sky

As waters overflowed my senses

I felt that I could die

And as I take my final breath of air

The wind let out a gentle sigh

While the blood dripped from my finger tips

Red Chrysanthemum began to bloom

A man comes to collect my body

But then realizes who I used to be

He leaves without doing his job

And ends up joining me

See you in the next one

-A.E.T.