MEDIUM: Acrylic on canvas

Alas, the Cherry Blossom died. Sad that it happened, but it had to happen. While the Fat Man lived, many cherry blossoms passed away. Their falling leaves turn into tears and on the night of the blood moon, they are carried up in the skies by angels and are turned into stars. Every year, on the same night, those stars cry and flood the oceans. The loss of the Cherry Blossoms hurt the universe, the land they were held at, and the eyes that it pleased. They will bloom again someday, and all we do is wait for beauty. Always