Cherry trees become a young attractive bride in a pretty dress during springtime. Flowers around them join blossoms and form the holiest worship in our garden. Sprit of this prayer invites butterflies to enjoy with this undeniable scene and birds to sing their most beautiful songs to company in this heaven like place.
Right there, in front of the main door under the blossoms, there is another beauty makes me forget all the others. My only sister is playing with flowers, making colorful jewelries from tulips for herself. Her chubby face was aiming to a certain direction time by time, the door, but she was not looking at door itself. She was looking far behind it. I never left her dimples without a kiss when I was with her long time ago. It was very hard for her but much harder for me to see her running after me till she lost the hope of having me back. I still remember her long blond hair waving through wind.
All those flowers and trees of many kinds lead you to a small cutie place in the end. There two small windows welcome you first then you find the entrance on your right after the last apple tree. Wait a minute! These windows have eyes! Windows with eyes! There I can see them more clearly now. Yes! There are two wet eyes right behind the windows. They are gazing the same direction, looking at the door side, but again, it is not door itself they are looking to, far away even further than the horizon I can see over the hill side. It was the way where I left my mother with this pain in her passionate heart and tears on her beautiful, merciful eyes. Who knows how long she has been waiting for like this, who knows if she gave my name to those hills she was staring at? It is still in my nose, mother, no perfume scents like you.
As it is given in the story, places itself are nothing without people in it. Even a heaven like place might become surrounded with a grief or sorrow of someone else’s parting. Know the value of your family and loved ones while you are still with them.