From Darkness, Light
Against the weathered bark so rough and worn, Where time has carved its stories deep and stark, Sweet blossoms burst like whispers of the dawn— Pale petals bright against the somber dark. The trunk stands scarred by seasons, storms, and years, Its surface mapped with furrows, splits, and age, Yet from this harsh foundation life appears: Soft flowers, writing hope on winter's page. How beauty finds a way through rugged ground, Where gentle blooms on twisted branches grow— A testament that grace can still be found In places where the hardest winds may blow. The contrast speaks of nature's endless art: From weathered wood springs forth the tender heart.
My father had visited the Washington DC before his west coast tours and also took part in the Cherry Blossom festival and planted the trees at Arlington Central. He took beautiful snaps of arrangement of that festival and told me about the 2015 festival which will be held on March 20 – April 12. I will go there to see this stunning festival by myself.
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