Just flowers in the snow;
Conceived to joy, and born to grow,
To lives that ever few will know
We live, we love, we come, we go,
Just flowers in the snow.
A boy was born to parents poor,
He always dreamed of flying;
With paper, and with balsa wood,
Surroundings bad but moments good,
To his long-dream applying:
His parents wanted something more
For him: to conquer and to soar,
And so they did whate’er they could
His wish solidifying.
And when, at last, he took the skies
His life, their love, shone in their eyes
That no one now remembers, long ago —
Just flowers in the snow;
Conceived to joy, and born to grow,
To lives that ever few will know
We live, we love, we come, we go,
Just flowers in the snow.
A girl grown old, with hair of white,
Once had a dream of nursing —
To minister to those in need:
The sick, or those who ache, or bleed,
A painful time traversing —
She fought a now-forgotten fight
To get the chance, and have the right
To educate her mind, and feed
On books, in labs immersing.
To finally wear the cap and gown
And work all hours, up/downtown,
To reach that portico —
Just flowers in the snow;
Conceived to joy, and born to grow,
To lives that ever few will know
We live, we love, we come, we go,
Just flowers in the snow.
Just flowers in the snow;
Old people, who we barely know,
Whose hearts still hold a flick’ring glow;
We pass, indifferent, even so,
To wonder, one day, as we go
At flowers
In the snow
Reblogged this on Peter's pondering and commented:
A beautiful, evocative, glimpse of our ephemeral lives , linked to the image of transient flowers in the snow.
“the one who survives by making the lives
of others worthwhile
she’s coming apart
right before my eyes
the one who depends on the services she renders
to those who come knocking
she’s seeing too clearly what she can’t be
what understanding defies
she says I need not to need
or else a love with intuition
someone who reaches out to my weakness and won’t let go
I need not to need
I’ve always been the tower
but now I feel like I’m the flower trying to bloom in snow.” -Vienna Teng “The Tower”
That is absolutely beautiful.