Spring Unending

Just a rumor, or a centuries-long scheme?

She spreads her leaves and follows the flow of air.

Closed to many, but they'll still try their luck.

They turn their heads as the first leaf flutters to the ground.

Freedom will be yours eventually, but is that truly what's best?

Only those with nothing to drink would sip from a poisoned well.

Here, "farewell" means "fate will bring us together again."

A glimpse of heaven through the flickering candlelight—

"Things are rarely as they appear at the scene of a crime."

Everything she's ever wanted—for a price.

He has lain down with dogs, hoping to rise without fleas.

Many have heard its name, yet few know its truth.

He'd rather die than surrender.

To think the old man believed he'd make a silk purse of it.

But I don't have a choice.

Not just longevity, but immortality.

Words weighed heavier than his own life.

Tearing free from his shackles, he soars.

No matter how small they are, they will fight to make a difference.

She walked into the fire and burned to ash.

I'll be back.

Even after all I've seen, I will stop by the riverbank to watch the swaying of the little reed.