Waiting for the bloom Willing the rose to spring forth In a color rush
The mountain warrior disappeared with the snow I will look for him
The snow is beautiful and with each passing moment it changes. In the desert the intensity of the sun quickly melts the snow away. It is much like life. I am in constant change and before I realize it the person I was melts into the person I am. What people see at any one point in time is me, but what do they perceive – the mountain warrior or the playful bear?