Present of life



hope is out of coma,

hope of a plant longing to be tree,

hope of a tree longing to give fruits:

hope of a sad cherry forgotten by Spring.

First flower is born today,

 with four white petals nursing a ginger baby.

Like a candle in the night,

first flower can die.

But today the sun is shining,

today first flower


                       my life.



July the 25th, 1999