Cherry Blossoms - Prologue

Nothing compares to the simplistic beauty of a cherry blossom apathetically falling from it's place. It's the first sure sign of Spring; a season of growth in the face of the rigid wintry gusts. For a split second, I swear you could witness everything around you move in slow motion, burgeoning from the ground, towards the warmth of the sun's friendly rays. I was envious of such entities. As moonstruck as it sounds; I'm jealous of the blossoms, the flowers, even the weeds. They possess one talent that I will never have: They forgive easily. Every Spring they come back up to face what tore them down just three months earlier. The courage it takes to endure another round of hardship is often over looked. Such hardihood they have, to forget so quickly of the dangers that could possibly await them. Foolish, am I, to let myself get so used to my current place; for when winter comes, it will be gone, just as the flowers are.