A Source More Powerful Than Any Hope

Everybody has one time or another has known a source more powerful than any hope less revealing and having no faith doubts began to deny its worth. Abandoned and forgotten by all true friends, I questioned their loyalty spoken through words, but deeply saddened by their long absence: lovely days had no sun and quite nights no stars. On an April calm evening the gentle wind was blowing through the bristling leaves, I kindly asked if it would take my warm and flowing tears and turn them into raindrops to defrost the cold breeze and make them fall onto a dried-out garden without sounds, flowers and melodies. Where no rain ever fell, a beautiful garden grew at the end of spring, lovebirds frequented it ever since: a delight for children and mothers; I visit it often remembering the infinite kindness of the March wind... at night lovers gather under it for hours to make wishes on stars.