Blossoms of Destiny

Drip, drip went the first water drops,

The butterfly starts to hop.

The garden was so lush,

it made the daisies blush.

Soon the cold came,

and the flower lost its glory.

It lay withered,

Without its coat it slightly shivered.

As the snow melted,

The sun's warmth the flower felt.

A rejuvenation,

The flower closed its eyes in a placid meditation.

The snow exhaled with a final murmur,

The sun kissed the flower a little warmer.

A rejuvenation, a serene contemplation,

The petals unfurled without a second's hesitation.

One day a seed soared with the gust,

Born from the flower, taking flight with lust.

In the gentle embrace of the breeze, a voyage began,

Flying over the sea all the way to Japan.

A dance with the breeze, a little jig

singing a tune also called a gig.

Emerged from the buds in the garden's embrace,

A flower flourished, an emblem of grace.

In the ceaseless rhythm of life's seasons,

The seed noticed soil, gleaming with promise.

A heirloom is seeded through the reverberation of time gone by,

The source of a gift can be found in the garden of destiny.

- KV