The seasons do not mourn themselves ￼

A flower held too tight will die,the hand that grips will lose the bloom.We ask the world to never change,then wonder why we’re filled with gloom.The Buddha sat beneath a treeand watched the petals rise and fall.He said the pain is not the loss —it’s holding on that hurts us all.We think that love means … Continue reading The seasons do not mourn themselves ￼ The post The seasons do not mourn…