I look out of the window. I see a cherry tree. on one of the branches there is a white flower. I see wind blowing, I see the cold raging and reaching out for it with it's fingers. But the flower doesn't perish, it stands and it keeps standing, against the opposing weather.
A week goes by. A month runs past. And of the flower fruit is born.
Inside the fruit there is a seed. A bird eats the fruit. Only the seed is left.
The seed is lying under the earth, day after day. And finally a great tree looks up.
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