Cherry Blossom
I’m so depressed. I need to find myself. I cannot see the beauty of the world, the beauty of my family and the beauty of humanity.
Why am I deprived to do what I want? How can I smile if all the sorrows lie in my shoulder? How can I stand if all the grievances in life are at my back- embroidered and embedded in my soul?
I’m so tired of living. My beloved husband is between life and death. What will I do now? How can I find for those cherry blossoms that would cure his mysterious sickness?
This is not the right time for me to quit. I need to be strong and to be brave enough. Tomorrow, I will start my journey. With my improvised hot air balloon, destiny will take me to Japan. I’ll be able to find there the cherry blossom that would bring back the vitality of my life- my husband. But for now, I need to sleep- I need to rest.
I landed in a field near a beautiful mountain- perfectly shaped indeed. What a beautiful architecture by God? I was amazed and mesmerized by its magnificence. Wait. I can now remember this creation- yes, this is Mount Fujiyama. This is the most beautiful volcano in Japan.
After gazing at the beautiful Mount Fujiyama, I gazed at the beautiful surroundings. It’s springtime and the green grasses and equally attractive wild flowers grew in the vast field. How playful is destiny? It took me in Japan without a map as guide. But I should not rejoice- I should not forget my mission… I should find the cherry blossom.
I tied my hot air balloon in an apple tree. When I am about to make a step, I saw a huge wave rushing. God help me. It’s a tsunami. I have nowhere to seek for help. The wave is coming nearer and nearer. I’m shocked. I cannot move. However, someone grasp my hands and carried me.
After a couple of minutes, I was now conscious. Thanks God I’m still alive. A handsome guy is in front of me. He saved my life. I asked him who is he and he said, “I’m Matsuo Basho”.
I was shocked. The great Haiku writer saved me from death. I thanked him and
Why am I deprived to do what I want? How can I smile if all the sorrows lie in my shoulder? How can I stand if all the grievances in life are at my back- embroidered and embedded in my soul?
I’m so tired of living. My beloved husband is between life and death. What will I do now? How can I find for those cherry blossoms that would cure his mysterious sickness?
This is not the right time for me to quit. I need to be strong and to be brave enough. Tomorrow, I will start my journey. With my improvised hot air balloon, destiny will take me to Japan. I’ll be able to find there the cherry blossom that would bring back the vitality of my life- my husband. But for now, I need to sleep- I need to rest.
I landed in a field near a beautiful mountain- perfectly shaped indeed. What a beautiful architecture by God? I was amazed and mesmerized by its magnificence. Wait. I can now remember this creation- yes, this is Mount Fujiyama. This is the most beautiful volcano in Japan.
After gazing at the beautiful Mount Fujiyama, I gazed at the beautiful surroundings. It’s springtime and the green grasses and equally attractive wild flowers grew in the vast field. How playful is destiny? It took me in Japan without a map as guide. But I should not rejoice- I should not forget my mission… I should find the cherry blossom.
I tied my hot air balloon in an apple tree. When I am about to make a step, I saw a huge wave rushing. God help me. It’s a tsunami. I have nowhere to seek for help. The wave is coming nearer and nearer. I’m shocked. I cannot move. However, someone grasp my hands and carried me.
After a couple of minutes, I was now conscious. Thanks God I’m still alive. A handsome guy is in front of me. He saved my life. I asked him who is he and he said, “I’m Matsuo Basho”.
I was shocked. The great Haiku writer saved me from death. I thanked him and