-Reverse-

Looking at the clock ticking,
Wondering,
What would happen if time went backwards?
But then again we vary and differ as time goes by.
What makes us who we are is not what we truly wish to be,
But a slow, serene path which forms after the steps we make.
Decisions.
Beautiful are they not?
A thought to ponder.
Yet, we should not regret the wrong steps.
Because they are not wrong if one learns from them.

Sprout Sprouts

The petite yet vivid new leaves of the new year are showing themselves.
The fragile wings of the other world gathering around the electric stars.
The developing children of spring spread themselves across this little world.
The beginning of another's ending.
Rather pleasant, isn't it?

This season we call spring.
Where new life springs out of something somewhere around us.
A bland sign that the fires of summer are just around the corner.
But let's just forget about that horrendous season.
It's spring.
The season after winter.
Merry, merry, shall we dance with fairy?
Silence, silence, we deny its absence.
Surprise, surprise, we love the fireflies.
Dismiss, dismiss, the passing of time with peace.

Here, now it is spring.
Life begins now.
Continues tomorrow.
Dies another day.
And renews itself one fine spring morning.
Ouroboros.

Re-hash

Reorganized. Simplicity is the ultimate convenience.