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Branches spill from a still warm body, roots and leaves and bark until its host is long-vanished.
Her body nourished the soil, a forest soon blossoming in her grave's shadow.
Though, in the center, a beautiful cherry blossom tree grows high into the clouds, visible among the emerald woodland.
Life has long come to depend on it, from the smallest sparrow to the largest leopard, none dare disturb her memorial.
Once, few stray inphernals left gifts while the forest was in its very earliest youth, barely a year old then, but they've all since left, names lost to everyone except the cherry tree herself.
The squirrels buried their nuts amongst her roots as autumn began to fall, bears beginning to burrow for their winter's hibernation, birds singing their final songs as winter began.
She awoke as the first light of spring seeped through the thick growth.
Several newspawn seemed to rest in a tired heep. An owl, puma, and a blue moth, seemingly siblings as they dozed in her shadow, nestled against her roots.
By the morning, they awoke, beginning to play a game of keep-away with an especially vibrant blossom.
The group was like her and her brothers, always together.
The 'family' eventually gathered around a berry bush, sharing it between the three of them.
The owl got the berries, the moth got the leaves, and the puma got the dead rat caught in the branches.