Cherry Blossoms

A beautiful orchid of blood red tree leaves were stained with the innocent pink flowers of spring. The soil under all but two trees was disturbed as if the soil has been dug up and put back down. The last tree was for me once I was finished with what I had started. A void was already created under each of the last two trees in preparation for when I would return.

I came, dragging it with me and leaving behind a crimson trail. While humming a merry tune, I deposited it into the hole. I fill the hole quick and neatly; then make sure to hit the top of the filled hole a few times with my shovel. The song I hum becomes even more cheerful as I mutter to my self. "It is my time now, my time has come." With a smile on my face I lay down in the final hole. I bring the dirt up and over me until now I am fully covered. Everything has come full circle like the seasons. I have joined the rest of the people I buried under the cherry trees. The last flower has fallen and died accompanying us.