Present of life

Today

hope is out of coma,

hope of a plant longing to be tree,

hope of a tree longing to give fruits:

hope of a sad cherry forgotten by Spring.

First flower is born today,

with four white petals nursing a ginger baby.

Like a candle in the night,

first flower can die.

But today the sun is shining,

today first flower

enjoys

my life.

July the 25^th, 1999