A flower facing the sun
that's me after surviving major storms...

Red is my color
my fragrance is sweet...

Their little hands
one day will be big...

A season
where pinetrees are fully dressed...

I am finally taking a stand
defending my side of the story...

I have a friend
that is way different from others...

How can something you love so dearly
destroy it all with enormous power...

Being born in the 50's
not long after the war...

That moment when the picture reveals
we are having a boy...

Trees are like windchimes
responding to the windsong...

The choices I have made in life
they all came with a price...

Being alone is a choice I've made
after I delt with the pain...