The magnolia flower strands fell. The pink color of its crown was so soft to see. Gently caressing the man's cheek, making him wake up from a nap that felt so long. On a simple wooden terrace, his magnolia tree grew with the power of dreams and became the most beautiful tree in the world.He smiled and inhaled the fragrant aroma that the petals made. It felt like lavender would retreat to number two. The blue sky that time looked so clear as if fish were willing to swim there. He was carried away in the recesses of his daydream that afternoon.
Guessing when his lover would come home.Sometimes it was difficult for him to distinguish between dreams and reality. Yesterday's dream might become today's reality. Today's reality might become tomorrow's hope. It all felt like forbidden magic that was deliberately uttered. But the magic spell brought him to know the world.His life felt so beautiful as if God let him paint all the stories with his own pen. Flowing bringing prosperity and wisdom to every story.
Was he happy, of course. Very happy. Right now, time was rolling fast, as if he was standing on a light. Every second, every minute, every hour. Every day, every week, every month. And every year. Seasons keep changing. Spring is when he is born. The summer when he was happy with his youth. Autumn is when he begins to grow into adulthood. And lastly, winter, is supposed to be the time for death to arrive. But no matter how much winter passes.
Death seemed to never come. He was born again to blossom. His blue eyes captured the figure walking among the green grass which was still dewy from last night's rain. His hand waved slowly, her ring sparkling beautifully. His smile then widened. Nothing is impossible in this world. The more you dream. More and more dreams are created. Like silk gold thread, or like the constellations in the sky. Like the roots of a flower field, or like sand in the desert, or even like foam in the ocean. Finally fate took him far away.