MEDIUM: Acrylic on canvas

Everything in the world is built on the ruins of the world that came before. The idea that one could exist and not step on the remains of what was is false. The cherry blossom had started to die, just like the men, women, and children, but it was showing the most resilience. We know it will fall eventually, but when and yet it stands, it looks beautiful. It carries it to its dying breath. It always is reborn.