Cry if you must, my child

Don’t you know the flowers bloom

The Trees grow

The waters flow

Through winter, spring, summer, fall

Flowers wither, trees fall, floods happen

storms arrive

let the tears expel your disease

let the hurt strip you of your embryonic innocence

let your sorrows teach you lessons

that new-found wisdom can turn into blessings

Cry if you must, my child

don’t cry for the same thing again

just like those flowers

the trees, and those waters

will begin to bloom anew and shine their beauty again

feeding, nourishing abundant life & light

so will the garden of your soul

and the essence of your spirit

Because nothing in this world is permanent

not your greatest happiness

and not even your greatest sorrow