Enveloped in a mesh of green,
The flowers put forth their pleasant bloom.
Such lovely equanimity they sustain,
as they revel in their quiet refrain.
Yet somehow it's hard to see,
when they're covered in that sea
of seeming sameness,
and left to be as homogenous.
Commercialization today tells you that you are unique,
but everyone else has already believed that line
and gone out to buy that same convenient treat,
thus we realize that we've merely fallen in line.
But No,
we won't believe what the world tells us.
In Stead,
we'll heed what He reveals to us.
We'll go back again,
with an attempt to see the flowers
as individual strains,
still lovely even through the hours.
And verily, attaching meaning to that one,
a distinction thus appears.
Regardless of whatever you've done,
Grace calls out to draw you near.
Much as how our tears come undone,
and yet He conceals all our fears.
Bottling them up,
Within His heart,
We are the ones whom He holds dear.
With unspoken signification appended,
nothing else needs to be added.
If you can see the variance,
then the flowers have sounded their significance.
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It's still difficult at this moment, and things are still crazy sometimes. But nvm, we'll learn through our steps, as long as we put God first.
Somedays, the sameness really gets to me, and it's unbearable. But I won't try to curtail my expressivity, because it'll be unnatural, and you know i'd hate that.
...you are not the same, cos when i see you, i see a unique cherry-blossom...
