Spring is that
One week in April
Cherry blossoms fill the sky and ground
Bubbling pink petals as fast as they fall
Snowing Sakura petals

Reaching out
Catching them as they spiral through the air
Falling ever so softly

We
Pile heaps of pink
Roll around
Throw confetti

The pink turns brown
And we're still collecting heaps
Lining the side of the streets

Where we grew unexposed
To the hectic world outside
Lost in a pink Sakura bubble of our own