Four Strong Winds [edit]

Cherry blossoms are by far one of my favorite things to look at. They are naturally one of the daintiest colors and they are so fragile as the wind chases them off of the trees. They make me think of ballet, the pointed, pink satin shoes thrusting from the floor in a powerful movement, but floating through the air in a seemingly effortless manner. I can see balance, poise, and a thousand beauties in one instant. And I am jealous, yet still enthralled. Please tell me that I'm beautiful, too? Sometimes I long to be swept up into the breeze as a dancer and a flower, singing with my shifts in stance, harmonizing with nature's ballerinas as we made our way across the skyline.

Liberation, beauty, peace--I am all of these, you are all of these, we are all of these as we go through each day, living for someone, giving our heart's away to each waking moment. We are where we are because it is where we are supposed to be. The breeze stops, the petals fall, and they are lifted by a stranger who has forgotten beauty. And you are what makes him remember.