The blossom of a season.
A fragrance so strong it brings joy.
A sound of sweet surrender to the nourishing conditions.
Still through it all darkness prevails.
The winter still leaves its bitter scares.
Storms still come at night.
Death still comes to long lived creatures.
Pure happiness is still destroyed by an oncoming sadness.
For a new season brings new problems.
New problems teach us new lessons.
New lessons build our inner strength.
The blossom of a new season is a blossom within ourselves.
Eiter it beautifies our souls,
or it decays and soils our hearts.