Soft as silk
Whirls of silken-soft petals rock the world in a sweet lullaby. —Take it easy, it’s springtime— they whisper as you slide along the sidewalk.
You might feel one step closer to the sky when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom. Their whiteness is glorified by the sun, and their sudden arrival might remind you of the way clouds float up in the sky.
The soft petals of the cherry blossoms flutter around you. —Look up— they whisper.
—Nice to meet you, sky—you might find yourself saying. —You’re way too beautiful to be real— you might add. It’s so blue and happy, with the radiant sun always shining on Earth.
At once, a buzzing bee darts next to you, and following her becomes the most strenuous thing of your day. Where are you going, little one? Why are you in such a hurry?
As you take some steps forward, the motion of life gears down, and the apricot sunlight flows onto you —you are into the sun, and you are all golden. What a sensation —to be alive! Nothing comes close to feeling alive as feeling beauty engulfing you from head to toe.
Dots of light dart slower on the grass as you approach them, and in a moment, you catch the giddy buzz of some bee nearby. It must be that one, you say. She’s calling.
In the gentle dip of a freshly opened flower, a vibrating little dot lazily shudders away some pollen. —It’s that bee!— you say. Languidly, she hums as the petals gently close her in. Down in the core of the flower, the bee’s blissful dance is drawing you closer. It's a temptation. You dive in, and at once, pink floods everything.
In drowsy loops, you drift back up in the air of spring, feeling like a soft petal. The viscosity of the sunlight clings to everything, glimmering stronger as the bee slowly sways out of the flower to fly elsewhere.
You could follow her, but the marvelous sky sweeps and pulls you in its irresistible infinity.
