Appreciating what is before you, its beauty and delicate nature, <br />its glory, just for you. Of course you stop, it’s not every day the <br />White Weeping Fuji blossoms. This is eternity as you meander <br />among the magnolia trees and rest in the shade <br />while the grass cools your skin. The entire Creation <br />culminates in this moment <br />orchestrated from the Mind of God. <br /> <br />“Mommy, what happens when you die? ” <br /> <br />When you’re eight and a half it’s a real concern, <br />you want to know. His mother holds him close. <br />“Will I go to heaven? What will it be like? ” <br /> <br />She tells him, “If you’ve been good, <br />and obeyed your parents, <br />of course you go to a good place.” <br /> <br />“What’s it like there? ” <br /> <br />“The grass is green and the sky is blue <br />and the water makes music <br />as it trips over the stones. <br />And the air is sweet like the ocean air <br />and the birds sing sweetly just for you. <br /> <br />You never feel bad. You always belong. <br />You are happy. <br /> <br />You don’t ever want to sleep <br />and everyone there is your friend.”<br /><br />S. R. Lavin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-weeping-fuji-cherry-tree/
