Poetry

She was walking in a path of cherry tree's
The moon hits the tree's with it's redlight.

On the top of the hill,
Their is an old cherry tree.

She sees a young man.

He was holding some rope in his hands,
He slowly and greacefully put it around his neck.

he kick the box underneath him.

With the cherry blossoms in the wind,
With the red moon shining bright,
With the cool spring air.

She screamed,

but...

when she got there,
no one was their.