The whooshing sound of the wind carries a foreboding gust of melancholy
The seeds of hope are also in the wind along with the weeds we do not need
Everything is at risk
How resilient can one flower be?
She’s in the wind
the storm is destroying every pretty petal and every delicate feather
and any other fragile thing that happens to cross the storm’s path
this ravenous storm wants to devour every flower
from root to petal
how resilient can one flower be?
There’s a flower in the middle of this field, in the middle of this storm
Beautiful, elegant flower with a colour so soothing to the eyes
A soft pink the kind of pink that flushes our cheeks
From shame or embarrassment
A bashful shimmer of cerise
But Spring is long gone and summer is no where to be found
Fall is about to leave and it will take away the corpse of this beautiful flower
But for now, she’s in the wind fighting with all her might
Knowing that she’s in a doomed fight
How resilient must one flower be to get a chance to keep her beauty?
Well, her ephemerality gives her the character of an elusive glamour
The Goddesses of Spring birth her from the ground
Then she shines when the sun casts a spotlight on her
Then a gentle summer drizzle showers her to keep her strong
Then she enters a summer full of serenity and life, balance and prosperity
Then she enters a twilight
But stays resilient for a little while
Now the fall is here, she can feel the end is near
There is nothing to fear, nothing more to feel
She knows she’ll be back but not for a while now
She falls into the abyss and that is it.
She accepted her demise the second the winds grew stronger
Because nobody could say that she didn’t fight
She rooted herself to the ground and tried to remain steady
But she was at war with a callous wind
A wind that is no friend of hers
A wind that is unkind to every feather
But the wind followed its essential rhythm
And she followed hers
Now she’s in the tomb till next spring.