If happiness is to own roses
Then money can buy
If you show roses your wallet
Then they will appear at your doorstep
If this is the wish
I wish everyone a roomful of happiness
wide flowers
people may pick yet they don’t
Because they are not rose not dazzle
Even free when you walk pass and see
Wide flowers feel happy when picked
Wide flowers could belong to you
Wide flowers are ordinary yet mystic
You able to see them unintentionally
But when you pass they also disappear
with the wind, the rain and the sunshine
Both happiness and sad feelings
This little pine of mine that I picked from the roadside trash after Christmas
This raggedy small pine was used then dumped
it sat half in half out from a broken pot
Its needles turned half yellow and some fall on the ground
Yet I knew it’s still alive
So I picked and touched him
I felt his softness and his pine fragrance warmed my heart.
I brought home I planted on my garden
I nurtured, watered and witness its fast healthy grow
till it’s Christmas time again , He had already grown equal my heights.
From that day on
Each Christmas I bring home his little brother and little sister year after year for 7 years
I plant them next one by on
They become giant more than twice taller of me
I used to bend down to whisper my secrets then I had to look up speaking to each but doubt if they even heard me.
I thank them for give unforgettable satisfaction happiness
But suddenly one day I realized that I have to leave and there is no way I can take them with me
I will unable to see, unable to talk to whisper to touch to feel to smell
further more I realized that they don’t even belong to me anymore
Yet in my heart
I always call them
the little pine of mine
I don’t know if they miss me or not ?
Of course not but at least I knew they are happy living together
五十嵐博
@hiroshiiga
医師
武蔵国分寺公園クリニック副院長
If happiness is to own roses
Then money can buy
If you show roses your wallet
Then they will appear at your doorstep
If this is the wish
I wish everyone a roomful of happiness
wide flowers
people may pick yet they don’t
Because they are not rose not dazzle
Even free when you walk pass and see
Wide flowers feel happy when picked
Wide flowers could belong to you
Wide flowers are ordinary yet mystic
You able to see them unintentionally
But when you pass they also disappear
with the wind, the rain and the sunshine
Both happiness and sad feelings
This little pine of mine that I picked from the roadside trash after Christmas
This raggedy small pine was used then dumped
it sat half in half out from a broken pot
Its needles turned half yellow and some fall on the ground
Yet I knew it’s still alive
So I picked and touched him
I felt his softness and his pine fragrance warmed my heart.
I brought home I planted on my garden
I nurtured, watered and witness its fast healthy grow
till it’s Christmas time again , He had already grown equal my heights.
From that day on
Each Christmas I bring home his little brother and little sister year after year for 7 years
I plant them next one by on
They become giant more than twice taller of me
I used to bend down to whisper my secrets then I had to look up speaking to each but doubt if they even heard me.
I thank them for give unforgettable satisfaction happiness
But suddenly one day I realized that I have to leave and there is no way I can take them with me
I will unable to see, unable to talk to whisper to touch to feel to smell
further more I realized that they don’t even belong to me anymore
Yet in my heart
I always call them
the little pine of mine
I don’t know if they miss me or not ?
Of course not but at least I knew they are happy living together