A feeling of the new year comes to me like a fresh breeze, although January is still pale and freezing. The process of making plans and resolutions motivates me. And sheer hope and passion sprout from fresh motivation. I try to paint rainbow colors on the new canvas in my mind.
Sometimes, I take a walk outside to absorb enough sun and play hide-and-seek to find colors from what I see and feel in the new year. It is a pleasure to see pigeons searching for food, tiny buds in melting frost on my way. I even get inspired by the vitality of trees to survive.
I would keep going on with some ingredients not to make my life mundane. My ingredients are hope, passion, and pure imagination. These ingredients purge my mind and help me express my positive side through art, craft, and writing a novel in Korean (native). Feeling fresh air from sheer projects like art and craft soothes an exhausted mind.
I also have a negative echo in my mind from the world. But I control myself not to fall into negative emotions. The positive side of me makes me fly out of the worldly frame of life in moments of the journey. It makes me walk one step and another to climb the stairs of life with patience and positivity. Although life would seem like a narrow path, there are flowers of my sincere, honest heart in my step.
Spring,
A butterfly shivering in lonely winter
shakes the dust off of her wings.
She dances in the fresh air
while being dyed in vivid colors
by the glittery smile of the sun.
A butterfly sprinkles her colors of happiness,
flying toward the rainbow sky
with hope and passion.
Summer,
A butterfly becomes timid of the angry sun
and tired of heavy tears from the cloud.
A butterfly quenches her lonely thirst
with pure dewdrops on a flower,
embracing her days again.
Autumn,
A mother of nature with colorful makeup on her face
dances with graceful steps in a festival.
A butterfly sings around her with the beauty of joy,
indulging in the scent of nature.
Winter,
A butterfly flutters her heavy wings.
White snow covers her softly like flower petals.
A butterfly is ready to have a dream
in the arms of a frosty winter tree
while listening to a winter lullaby in serenity.
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