Sprouting

In the woman’s hand is a branch of cherry blossoms that looks as if it might bloom at any moment.
Eagerly anticipating the cherry blossoms’ bloom, the flowers dance with joy along the flowing lines.
Yet, despite these feelings, the cherry blossoms have not yet bloomed.
The cherry blossoms were hesitant. They were torn—they would reach full bloom, only to scatter immediately…
The woman, full of compassion, gently draws near.
As if to gently remind them that every single moment—from blooming to fading—is beautiful.

Now, the first signs of spring are just around the corner.