Just like flowers in the spring, life begins from a tiny peek reaching out to the sun, to a bud preparing for wonders , to a full grown one blasting with life, to a withering one vowing to say goodbye…and then it falls right back down to the ground.
Just like flowers in the spring, man’s time doesn’t stand still.
Man has an end.
However, the end is not what matters.
What matters is how man lives his time. How he lives the changing seasons… just like how flowers reach out to the morning sun, just like how flowers bow to the setting sun, just like how flowers dance to the rhythm of the rain, just like how flowers approach their end…in tranquility and submission.
Let’s reach out to the sun.
Let only goodness flow in our hearts.
Dance away the pains…and everything is gonna be just fine…fine…fine.
LIFE IS A GARDEN BURSTING INTO LIFE!