In this moment
Eyes open
Buds blossom
Fathers kiss their daughters
Mothers cradle their sons
The dew drops
The birds fly
And some die.
Everything happens
All at once
In synchronicity.
In this moment
Eyes open
Buds blossom
Fathers kiss their daughters
Mothers cradle their sons
The dew drops
The birds fly
And some die.
Everything happens
All at once
In synchronicity.
It is still difficult to accept, “And some die.”
On the other hand,
It is so heartwarming when “eyes open”…
Ah… very profound and simple.