Kumekucha - the dawn

The night is long. It seems it'll never see a end. The darkness swallows our dreams. It turns off light and warmth, painting everything black. The colors turn to be a myth. A legend. During the night we stumble and fall down. We stand up, the time to fall down again. We are blind. Afraid and vulnerable. We go on crawling without knowing, without having the possibility to understand.

But something is still throbbing in us. We still we have the faith. We tremble in the unknown, but we still have the strength of believing. The sunflowers always know about the existence of the sun. In the darkest dark, their dream is still alive, and they go on waiting for it. They know that the dawn will punctually come in the morning to hug them. They know that its splendid rays will delete with a kiss any memory of sorrow.

I have a field of sunflowers, and I water it everyday. A sunflower for each dream for each soul in the world. Believe in your dreams, as they believe in the coming of the dawn.

                                    Kumekucha!