Flowers  are  like  life.
Flowers teach us that delicate beauty is a powerful duty.
A flower's appeal is in its contradictions - so delicate in form yet strong in fragrance,
so small in size yet big in beauty,  so short in life yet long on effect.
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
Some things happen for a reason, Others just come with the season.
The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts.

A flower blossoms for its own joy,  take the pain and grow beauty,
take the tears of weeping night,  and give them to the sun for the day's delight.


03:35
a.m.

04:00 a.m.
04:12 a.m.
04:35 a.m.
04:40 a.m.
05:00 a.m.
05:10 a.m.
05:35 a.m.
05:48 a.m.
06:05 a.m.
06:28 a.m.
Only blooms for three hours, but she spent all her life...
The spectacular beauty of the blossoms more than compensates for their short  lifespan.

The loss will never be undone

From the darkness of night to sunlight on the lawn,  tomorrow is a new day.
The flowers anew, returning seasons bring;  But beauty faded has no second spring.

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: 

A time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot  (Ecclesiastes:  3)


Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the number of moments that take our breath away.