The wind blows
The wind blows and it dances with the wind. Too bad, it’s not an everyday sight. It only appears in goodbyes. It appears during partings. It appears during every start of summer vacation.
I always enjoyed walking down every path stained of yellow as it loses its beautiful petals to render the world of beauty.
I had once been fully mesmerized by its beauty from where I came from where it also appeared only during the start of summer. When I had to go on school breaks and I would not see it anymore.
It bloomed there, in the company of the empty school grounds and the blowing summer wind.
I never expected to see it here again. Perhaps every place that I will come to love would be blooming of its yellow radiance.
I can vividly remember one day after class, I foolishly asked my teacher what’s the name of that beautiful tree that can be seen from our classroom window. I finally knew.
On the last day of my existence in this place, a car horn sounded. I had to go.
I left.
But the Golden Showers stayed. Hoping to inspire others as it had inspired me.
I could only hope that there is more of it to where I’m heading next.
I’d surely plant one in my garden someday.
5.29.2011 | 1:55AM
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