The Cherry Tree Shades

I thought

Now, you look the same as the weather this morning

At any time, you sway following the wind

Greeted the morning from a dark night

Your red and sweet little fruits are trying

to color the day of your worried

 

Countless numbers sometimes make you

unable to prop up their scream

Until in the end they fell and trampled

 

When the wind has come

The leaves and fruits begin to fly here and there

whispered that the rain was going down

In the afternoon

 

By Novia Sitorus (13020115120001)