In the passing of seasons, a flower selflessly blooms and fades away as it is.
While I am aware that any flower must decline and fall immediately, its vanishing before my eyes always causes my inexpressible and subtle sorrowfulness.
In the gentle warm sunshine of mid-spring, the white lotus-shaped flowers of Haku-mokuren (white-lotus-flower tree) are lively blooming with one accord high up in the air.
Just after this spectacular blooming period, all of these white flowers will decay and scatter very rapidly without any hesitation and trace.
