Springtime Melancholy

Sakura petals,

Sakura petals,

Why must you fall down on me?

Stay atop of your tree,

Don’t fall into my tea,

I can’t stand the taste of spoiled opportunity.

You had it made,

Why did you flee?

Don’t drink the honey

Of the forbidden bee,

You don’t know the dangers,

Out in the meadows of green.

You weren’t raised to know

What it’s like to be free

I tried to warn you,

But you just won’t listen to me.

So be it,

Good luck in reality.

Katelin Rowe, Grade 12

Creative Writing Major