Every day the fox woke up and walked over to the cherry-blossom tree.
He would admire her shades of pink and green, thinking nothing was as beautiful as she. The way her branches grew up and out.
It was a glorious sight to see.
And as much as he longed to sniff the flowers on her, he knew it could never be.
The fox had no wings.
He could not fly, on a breeze that would lift him into the sky.
He wondered in his mind, "Oh why can't our love ever be?"
While he sat there on the ground, a raven was flying all around.
He soon found himself coming down and landing on the tree.
The raven was sad, he had no home.
With his family killed, he was all alone.
But he'd be damned if he let his feelings be shone.
So he just sat there, arrogantly.
The fox got hot.
His jealousy burned.
The dream he had and knew he disserved
Was just stolen by some obnoxious bird,
Who had found Sakura so randomly.