When the moon comes then the sun would hide,
This is the cycle of day and night.
Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer and all
This the cycle of life.
I remember when I used to be
The little cherry blossom on that tree
But then the tree little by little lost its leaves
And there I faced the life
My turn came when winter came around
I feel and hit the ground
As Spring came and went
I became a part of the river bank
I saw the saw the other cherry blossoms on the trees
With their vibrant pink coats and all the bees
Yet little do they realize
The cycle of life
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First paragraph the last line I think you meant to put "This is the cycle of life."
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I love this poem! Have you ever read "anyone lived in a pretty how town" by ee cummings? This totally reminded me of that and I wouldnt be surprised if that's what inspired you. There is so much imagery and I love the metaphor to a cherry blossom. Very cool poem and interesting to read. great job!
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