Blooming

I lie down on a beautiful hillside.

Where flowers bloom majestically across the divine rays of sunlight.

I open my crinkled hands, revealing a lovely-looking, magenta-coloured flower.

A plum blossom.

Leaning myself against an old maidenhair tree's overgrowing roots.

Breathing heavily as I observe the strips of vibrant flowers scattered across the hill.

Flowers are falling and remaking themselves just like us humans.

Humans curl and twirl and finally release their soul towards the sovereign heavens.