By Peyton Farber

I stumbled upon a cherry blossom on my
way to another bad day

The petals picked me out of my misery 
Their vibrancy told me to look up 
instead of down 
The bees sang me a song, reminding me that 
tragedy can come in the form of music 

Around me the world crumbled 
The ground shook, the sidewalk cracked 
into a million pieces, and we no longer have
 a place to stand 

But the cherry blossom was my home for 
a moment. It was my refuge, my sidewalk, 
reminding me that unity remains for the 
bees, so it must exist somehow for us