Little Tale – Spring Edition ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒฟ

The Romance of Peach Blossoms and Willow Blossoms

There was in a land, far away, a river. On one side of the river stood a peach tree with Spring flowers as pink as the sunset. On the other side of the river, stood a willow with green flowers as languishing as a woman in love. The peach tree sparkled as the willow danced. Et each Spring, peach blossoms were even more pink, even more many. And each Spring, willow blossoms were even more green, even more many. And each Spring, the pink of peach blossoms would charm a bit more willow blossoms. And each Spring, the elegance of willow blossoms would seduce a bit more peach blossoms. Each Spring, peach blossoms would stretch a bit more above the waves of the river. Each Spring, willow blossoms would waltz a bit more over the billows of the river. Each Spring, the feelings of peach blossoms and willow blossoms would get stronger and deeper. And each Spring, peach blossoms and willow blossoms would sigh from love even more. Springs would comme and go and the river would still separate the two lovers. Springs would come and go and the two lovers would hope a bit more and lose hope a bit more. And came a Spring when a snow blossom fell from the sky, then another, then two others, then a multitude of others. And that Spring neither peach blossoms nor willow blossoms would appear. Peach blossoms would not sparkle. Willow blossoms would not dance. And the birds who loved to courtship each other among the peach blossoms that were so pink, got full of sadness. And the birds who loved to raise their chicks among the willow blossoms that were so dancing, got full of sadness. Seeing by this mutual absence, how much peach blossoms and willow blossoms loved each other, the saddened birds were moved. Full of admiration for such a pure and such a deep love, birds would sing a request to the river. The singing birds would beg the river to join the two eternal lovers. And the river listened to their request. And the river recalled each peach blossom fallen on her waves. And the river recalled each willow blossom tickling her flanks. And the river took pity on the two lovers. Then the river took in her depths a root from the peach tree. Then the river took in her depths a root from the willow tree. Then the river in her depths would tie the two roots. The Spring of snow blossoms came and went. Summer came and went. Autumn came and went. Winter came and went. And finally Spring arrived. And peach blossoms would come back. And willow blossoms would come back. And would appear in the heart of the undulating river, where the two roots were tied together, a young sprout. Spring after Spring, the sprout would grow up, becoming small tree, and then big tree. And each Spring on this tree would appear blossoms as pink as peach blossoms, as languishing as willow blossoms. And each Spring these blossoms would happily dance and beautifully sparkle. These love blossoms were fruits of the everlasting love between peach blossoms and willow blossoms. These love blossoms were the eternal bond that would unite forever willow blossoms to peach blossoms. And each Spring, love blossoms would dance with willow blossoms. And each Spring, love blossoms would sparkle with peach blossoms. And each Spring, the overjoyed birds would sing and play among all these Spring blossoms.

That’ll be all for today’s post, I hope you like it. Thank you for passing by and reading my blog.

I’ll talk to you soon in a next post,

Until then, take care of yourself โค

Ady โค


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