blossom
On all journeys there comes a time for rest and contemplation before moving forward again. All around me I see the signs of growth and renewal and hopeful potential for the future, nothing shows that more emphatically than the fragile spring blossoms, bravely blooming in the wild winds and rain of spring weather only to be torn from the tree to carpet the grass in pink and white. Yet even though the beauty of the blossom is lost so quickly the fruit continues to grow.
The Traveling Kiwi 