The old cherry blossom tree stretched
To adjust it’s swollen limbs better
To spread wider; to reach higher
And shade the world’s ugliness with it’s beauty.
She had made her peace in this place
Where she grew stronger to the sound of laughter;
Where she helped the endless tears
Find their way to the pond nearby;
Where she helped budding romance
Bloom to its full glory.
One day, upon the pond’s surface
she noticed a new life stirring.
It emerged – a Lily, pure and white
Yet shy upon being cast out to face a new life.
The novelty of unfurling its petals and greeting the world,
Overwhelmed the poor little one
But she braved on despite her fears
That she had to face everything all alone.
The old tree looked down in wonder
At the lovely little thing
Trembling with excitement, yet eager
To reach out and grab whatever future held.
The Lily stared back in childish amazement
At the towering, wise being
And wished she could be that instead!
While they looked upon each other
Across the chasm of their differences
They were struck by how similar they were
In their wars and in their defenses.
Someone else understood their rare connection too
And preserved it for eternity,
In a little frame hanging from a hook on a blank wall
That emphasized their absence of vanity.
No good turn should go unpunished… and thus, you are bound to me through these words that made so much more sense in my head than on the screen @janebasilblog ! Cheers to the beginning of something new!