Moment to fall, forever lost.

Watching the blossom fall shows the frailty of it all. The colours will travel down in waves and create a pink blanket around where they originate. Day after day they cascade, leaping to their natural doom . They have no choice in the matter and can not prevent the inevitable.

 Prior to the fall, each blossom would find itself as part of a greater community. Its comrades are all as near identical as it could want. There remains an understanding and connection which as they bloom cannot be broken by any force. They can all feel at peace knowing they are not alone. No need to fear separation or being alone, they can together create beauty beyond compare. They see no need for change or an alternative life away from the hub. This is where they feed on the life-force of each other to stay strong.  Under these circumstances, each blossom is not in fact an individual but part of the greater union. Contentment is the status quo as they are unaware of the oncoming natural events.

  In one brief moment, their lives are ruined for ever. They are snatched away from their homes like kidnappers and thrown out into the world. The world they once knew is now gone, and as they fall they move into a completely different world. Though it is a short drop, they will feel locked in time and space. A moments decent is an eternity for them as they are now completely alone. Their thoughts are now solely focused the past lives which were filled with joyous oneness. Now mere spectors in free fall, they can only hope that what is to come will be a fraction of their previous happiness. They decend with such grace and dignity that you would scarsly be aware of their innder suffering. Lost in a cruel world with little hope, as the home they knew grows more distant. They can see as they fall those around them in the same situation. The inevitable decent can be exasibated by seeing all those around them. Each blossom sees others facing the same uncertain fate.

  Once the blossom touches down on whatever it is to make contact with, its destiny will be revealed. There are certainties for all creatures, and the blossom is one of sacrifice and rebirth. If it is lucky, it will touch down on other living creatures. This is to refer to plant life that lurks at the base of the blossom's origin. Here, among the weeaker plants, weeds and grasses the blossom will fulfil a prophetic future. Their existence is given up for the sake of others. They will sustain and nurture other life by surrendering themselves to death. It had been brought up in oneness, but in death it will be truely part of a greater good. It is necessary for others to live, so the needs of the many must take paramount. As it decays and vanishes, it will be remembered in the growth of those who benefit from such demise. A destiny which must be embraced, even though it is contrary to survival needs.The weeping of the blossom is not one of grief, but joy for the future it offers to need it. As if mana from heaven, the blossom will come again, year after year, and sustain the world around it. The world should learn from the cherry blossom...some already have.