across the andromeda
far far away
near the collapsing cosmic sea
there lives a sakura tree
on a planet rightfully born
from the ashes of a thousand stars
serene she stands alone
looking back at a cold empty universe
a universe that’s become monotone
with leaves of pink and blossoms of white
she makes the sorrows of all who come
shrink in star light
chaos and order
beautifully intertwined
in her leaves that bowed
and petals that glowed
blessed with the beauty
of the heavens up above
and branches that hold the sky
from falling into the deep abyss below
Now waddling along a few miles away
was a lonely little frog on the brink of decay
Nearing his death on a boat he built
he wished a wish
to finally stand still
through the forest of despair
and mangrove of nightmares
the frog saw a light
that he had never seen elsewhere
the light that blinded him
her luminance that reminded him
of the one he had lost
and the things it had cost
he rowed and rowed
trying to get closer
but he couldn’t
his memories held him back
a chain from his past
cold and black
so he sits at the bay
watching the sakura tree
across the andromeda
far far away