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Topic: Spring (the season) (07/23/09)
TITLE: Even flowers miss it!
By nayiba yavala
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Now I flirt with the memory, kind of miss it, the pretty sight of snow caressing hills, the innocent manner in which they melt away, like a shy teenage girl after a tease. I miss it like I miss my not so good old days, my yesterdays, yesterdays that the tears flowed like fountains and the pain pinched on. I miss not to go back, but to spend some time thinking about it.
Now that we are still thinking, I begin to think about summer, it's my greatest thought, a treat I give my self to feel hope. Summer like my future is bright, the many tomorrows I dream of, hope for, and fantasize about, thats basically what I live for. Come tomorrow I'll be better, do I have a choice when the sun will shine brighter? The warmth, the bright colours, every thing is like a dream come true. The children will be here and they will play in the garden, giggle under the sunlight. The butterflies will dance as the birds sing their songs. I live for summer, my great untold tomorrow.
But I wonder, where I am at now, It's the season even the flowers miss. The birthing of all my tomorrows and the decaying of yesterdays' sorrows. It's spring, the season I should love, the now, the present. The blessed gift of today. This is my spring, the string that holds my hopes, my summer.
So I look back at winter with retrospect, look forward to summer with expectation -my great prospect! but most importantly, I try to be present, I try to thank God for the gift of today. And when today is gone, i'll miss it, just as flowers miss spring.
It's the season flowers miss!
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