The cherry blossom waits on the tree of life,
Waiting to fall, to fall to death's ground.
Among flowers, the threat of fear is rife,
But they hide it in their pink, where nothing is found.
It is but instinct to expect to die,
At your own time, when fate claims it so.
But alas, sometimes hope can lie,
Your end can come sooner than you know.
A fire rages across the grassy plain,
Burning merely the shadows of the trees.
But of course, in their prime with more to gain,
The careless flames caress wood with ease.
Nothing remains to signify existence,
There is no evidence in time or distance.
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no evidence in time. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.