Alone on a hill stood a tree.


The wind blew in times of change and the heart felt light.
from yonder over there, grew the cherry blossom tree, so wise , so old it’s roots stretched not only down but up , outwards towards the sky. Feeling and receiving the light from the cosmos. It’s wisdom blossomed in each flower and a universe grew nestled amongst the petals. Some touched and shared stories others died before they could even begin and some lay solitary on an outstretched limb. As the flowers fell they mingled with the earth and were consumed again by the tree. This time to be a leaf or some bark. In it’s place grew new flowers , new universes, new worlds , new life , new minds!
And sometimes when the winds were right and the stars and planets aligned the cherry tree would bloom a flower that was a new color. One that was yet to grace these realms. Yet so beautiful and so vibrant is shook the very air around it. This flower was destined to be the seed for a new tree that would in turn produce flowers of such beauty that they too would create universes. The new flower has bloomed and it tangos with the breeze and flutters to the earth. Making music from it’s sighs. A new tree is about to be born. Ready?

Alone on a hill stood a tree.