 I was reborn under the spring rain .. when the cherry blossoms bloom ..
and their petals fall gently to decorate the ground, reminding one of the showers of snow in months past...
every spring I walk along the path, covered with pinkish petals and think about the years
that have passed...
and watch the butterflies of eternity who now carry the spirits of those who have left us all ..
and the memories flow through me, warming me like the summer sun, occasionally shadowing my face ..
and reminding me of what once was,
and yet promising memories of what may yet be ..
yes, what yet may be .. our dormant hope for love in verdant growth, as it must, on a soft spring day under the ever rising sun |
