Spring Rain

A gray man walked the earth.
Sorrow lived in his eyes, nostalgia draped his shoulders like a shawl.
And perhaps, deep in his mind, bitterness had settled too.


He didn't care to say much about himself, but
when he spoke, his words sounded mournful as his own funeral oration.
Under relentless grief's weight, he grew exceedingly old,
until at last he shriveled into dry and ashen dust.
Time slipped far behind, indifferent to it all.


But then the spring rains came and
the earth warmed the sun, and from that moment
a handful of dust particles gathered and spilled green fountains.
Above all, hope pooled in the depths of every heart, and grain sprouted in the fields—
an existence whose boundless strength can overcome even the most exhausted moment.