Plum Blossoms

Who made the airy clouds in the sky?

Who made the flowing rivers, destined to be one with the ocean?

Who made the lively plum blossoms?

The ones that grow on the long thin branches,

with their strong overpowering fragrance and varied pink and whites.

The blossom stares

at those who belittle her,

with blazing fire in her eyes.

Now she waits, anticipating the climax of her journey.

Now she has bloomed, her pinks and whites in display,

victory in her eyes and hope in her heart.

I don't know how she does it.

I don't know how, amidst frigid and violent winds,

She stands courageously and survives.

Tell me, what she has that we don't?

We both have our similarities.

Both birth from a bud and live to the end.

Tell me yet, how some of us, who go through the same thing,

fall through the hole of despair and never come back.