Disclaimer – I don't own Bleach. This is part of the Bleach: Diversity Challenge. This one is for b.6. The challenge is to write a poetry collection with an overarching theme between 500 and 1000 words. The theme I chose was seasons.
Spring
The spring weather is nice and cool
The breeze flows through the air
Blowing the sakura blossoms down
The sweet smell so aromatic
And yet so fleeting like life itself
Both spring and the sakura blossoms
Ukitake watched the young taicho
Watched as he moved from third
To the higher rank of leading
Acting like an adult in charge
Not bending from the path
Losing his childhood in turn
Ukitake's eyes remained sad
Watching as the boy grew
Grew in reiatsu, body and soul
Watching as the childhood precious
Was thrown away from him
Taken from Toshiro's grasp
Yet every spring he felt hope
That the child might find his light
That he wouldn't end up a tragedy
That he wouldn't be lost forever
That he would always end up home
Never leaving the Gotei's side