Happiness

Does a bee return to a flower after having seen a vast beauty of meadows? Is there redemption after lightning has struck the Fig? Can you rescue the forest from the desperate hands of men? I don't know if tomorrow will hold our smile. I don't know if our laugh will carry its way like the wind. But I know when the sunflower blooms and stares into the sun, it stares back and it falls in love. I know that lightning doesn't strike twice on the same broken branch. And I know that the earth strives to reclaim its place. The flower's happiness does not depend on the bees's return. It simply awaits the sun's caress. The Fig does not linger on its brokenness but it rejoices on its rebirth. The forest does not die; it seeks furiously to recover its kindred. Happiness is within the integrity of the flower's love. Happiness is in the broken Fig's hope. Happiness is within the forest's strive. It rests calmly unshaken.