The Cherry Blossom Seed

I own so many

Big blue buckets of tears that

Are hidden safely.

I’ve begun this hoard since those 

“Great Youthful” middle school days.

As those days pass, bad

Bigots arise to eat flesh

Off of my own skin.

This was anyone's biggest fear,

Eyes broken by heavy tears

At the same time a

Cherry blossom tree seed fall

From ever-blue skies.

The seed was depleted, stale

And so dry like red deserts

It's just sitting there

Mountain still, tombstone quite

Decaying alone.

It begs for a new hero

Or a faithful miracle.

I needed some peace

Myself after bigoted

Crowds dining fresh skin.

I could hear the small seed wails,

Cries put together by thirst.

Ears pick up the sounds,

Trace out wide golden-pink trails

To that arid seed.

Buckets shine fearlessly, tears

Stir with their very first joy.

And when I got there

I pour out hefty waterfalls

That water the seed.

Meanwhile, our souls become

Magical, rainbow beams glare.

The seed grew and grow

Leaves burst, branches stretch about.

Just…gorgeous beauty.

It picks me up, cradles me

Unlocks life's most vivid lands

Shhh lovely baby,

Remarks this mythical plant.

I’m here, Nurse Blossom,

I shall soothe all ugly wounds

And stitch up cracked lonely souls