Tomorrow's sun will be more brilliant tomorrow's flowers will bloom brighter tomorrow's smile will be merrier tomorrow's mission guaranteed to be accomplished it'll be okay a kind heart will fly me through every obstacle it'll be okay scared thoughts will seek the arrangements of God's will.
I heard the sakura has blossomed i heard the moonlight has spilled sakura in the moonlight a taste of peace on this windowsill moonlight embracing sakura lovingly it's their moment of intimacy i should slip away quietly and go to sleep.
Because of simplicity our romantic encounter is heavenly the beautiful rain creates a beautiful solitude for us the silence in the cinema holding hands lonely lane finally makes me believe i couldn't help myself at the seaside it's heartfelt 2 young hearts about to explode just a little sooner at an inappropriate time.
Night sitting on the edge of a river bleak searching for the broken voices of a gentleman the winds bring blue colored fatigue the box must be loaded with unbearable things she opens it in the garden then she is smeared with shadows of painters of the century past.
An enticing flame danced across the clouds. Ravishing Red waging silent war With Baby Blue; A sparking sea of obsidian left in their wake- peppered with the glowing embers of their fight- As a beautiful day Turns to a somber night.
It's early summer All the individually potted trees are lined in rows and ready for sale. How nice would it be to take one home, It could be so beautiful. Sowed in the corner of the yard. Picture perfect. You buy the tree. Just a tiny twig now. Frail and vulnerable. On the way home all you can think of is how beautiful and how big and how impressive your tree will be. The neighbors will admire from windows, Maybe even acquire a tree of their own.
You plant and water your tree Enthused for the remainder of summer. But then, the seasons change. A long fall, winter and spring come and finally go.
The next summer you've moved on from your coveted tree. Now the work is a chore.
Years pass by and you no longer water the tree. You no longer trim the branches. You no longer admire its beauty.
Your tiny tree now touches the sky. Pushes up against the house. The roots are disrupting the grass, creating bulges and bumps that were never there before.
Cursing the tree, you decide to cut it down.
Next summer you realize, you no longer hear the birds singing, rejoicing for another day to fly. Your cool, shaded outside relief, gone.
The fall come back and you notice the absence of crunching leaves. The way they changed colors so beautifully. The feeling it would bring.
With sadness in your heart, You realize what you've done.