Fallen cherry blossoms crawl across my toes. The bright green grass sways with the voices in the wind. As I stare off into the vast plains, I imagen the hundreds of men that laid on the ground I stand upon. How once these trees were witnesses to the most horrible events, but now honor their deaths with the beauty of their innocent spirits. Today, I watch the blue birds clash with the blood crimson sky, and pass through the suns last rays. They bring life to this once ocean of murder and men who didn't have the time to die. Fallen pedals kiss the skin on my feet, kisses left by the young soldiers who gave their lives to the land.