Spring Petals drift like thoughts— old grudges caught on warm wind, melting into bloom. Summer Cicadas still hum though storms passed just yesterday— the air forgives heat. Autumn Maple leaves let go, burning bright, then falling free. So too can your grief. Winter Frost clings to the branch— but even the hardest ice yields to morning sun.
1. Grudge clings like shadow— silent weight upon the soul. Light returns with peace. 2. Let the anger go. Mountains move when hearts forgive. Breathe, and be set free. 3. Darkness feeds on pain. Why give it a place to live? Choose the open sky.