Once upon a time,
there grew a beautiful cherry blossom
tree
in the heart of a wide open field.
All along its branches grew flowers,
pink and purple petals in spring,
waiting for the wind to carry them away.
One day, in early spring,
when the petals had only just emerged,
a warm southern wind swept one away.
The wind and the petal became friends,
as they danced through the world,
but then the wind disappeared.
Others came and carried it for a while,
maritime breezes, continental gusts,
but the petal still wanted to go back.
It wondered why so many winds must blow
when only one really mattered to it,
the warm southern wind it called home.
But that wind was far gone,
off rustling the mountainside
and stroking the flames of new fires.
And all that petal could do was wait,
and hope that one day,
the southern wind might return.
-Zero
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