THE CHERRY BLOSSOM - by F Tired

THE  CHERRY  BLOSSOM by  F Tired I had a dream, once when i was young, of a tree - a cherry tree to be exact. the tree's branches were covered with white cherry blossoms. they danced in the wind and sang and laughed. all except one, very out of place flower. It was white, yes, just as all the others. but it told all who would listen: I'm a apple blossom and they said back laughing and teasing silly cherry, you're a cherry blossom the cherry blossom tried to explain how it knew it was what it was. after so much laughter and rejection, the cherry went silent. but every night it'll whisper to itself I am an apple blossom I am an apple blossom I am an apple blossom one day it tried again and again they laughed and, in sheer desperation, the cherry blossom picked itself and fell, to the ground. its petals opened to revel ,what the cherry blossom had known all along. a huge apple had been hidden behind petals of an apple blossom.