Blooms will be here soon. 🌸🌺🏵🌸💮🌸💮🏵
I will take pictures of my farm and my uncle’s, make videos, make them last longer.
I miss him and I remember him.
I will dress my niece as a princess and my nephew as a prince, along with all the children. Everyone, no exception.
We will have a grand celebration beneath the flowering trees, and laughter and will dance with the breeze.
I will capture countless photos of them flowers among thousands and thousands of flowers, pure, radiant, and filled with innocence, and most of all SAFE. Loved and safe.
You can be safe and beautiful.
All those moments, I will preserve them, will remain as treasures for when they grow older and they decide how to cherish them. Protected treasure.
I imagine they will sit together and remember my cooking, my stories, my clowning moments, my awkward laughter with little piggy ending, they will remember me just like I remember my uncle.
Life is uncertain but they will have something to hold unto.If, one day, the cherry farms are no more, swept away by nature or the restless climate change, and if I am no longer, they will still have these memories and the love I give them.
They will hold onto the image of the blossoms and the bond we shared under their shade. This is my love. My hard work. It is me and my uncle and my grandfathers and my grandmother, my lover, my friends and everyone who ever loved me too. They all nurtured the trees by nurturing me while I serve their roots.
They will remember to stay united just like I keep them, to value one another above all else. Scattered, they would lose what truly matters. Together, they will endure. Together holding hands just like in the pictures. Just like the trees. All different, all the same.
I miss him and I remember him.
I will dress my niece as a princess and my nephew as a prince, along with all the children. Everyone, no exception.
We will have a grand celebration beneath the flowering trees, and laughter and will dance with the breeze.
I will capture countless photos of them flowers among thousands and thousands of flowers, pure, radiant, and filled with innocence, and most of all SAFE. Loved and safe.
You can be safe and beautiful.
All those moments, I will preserve them, will remain as treasures for when they grow older and they decide how to cherish them. Protected treasure.
I imagine they will sit together and remember my cooking, my stories, my clowning moments, my awkward laughter with little piggy ending, they will remember me just like I remember my uncle.
Life is uncertain but they will have something to hold unto.If, one day, the cherry farms are no more, swept away by nature or the restless climate change, and if I am no longer, they will still have these memories and the love I give them.
They will hold onto the image of the blossoms and the bond we shared under their shade. This is my love. My hard work. It is me and my uncle and my grandfathers and my grandmother, my lover, my friends and everyone who ever loved me too. They all nurtured the trees by nurturing me while I serve their roots.
They will remember to stay united just like I keep them, to value one another above all else. Scattered, they would lose what truly matters. Together, they will endure. Together holding hands just like in the pictures. Just like the trees. All different, all the same.
