With its slim and supple branches, stands tall, after each tempest.
Full of grace and honor, it stands.
Only after the cold,
Only when it goes through the great chill of winter,
Is it able to flourish,
Caressed by the first rays of sunshine in early spring.
But alas! How easily the dear flowers droop...
When the violent and inconsiderate rains of spring fall upon her without mercy,
In unpredictable fits of temper,
how hard must the poor and fragile blossoms hold on to their stem with unprecedented perseverance!
My dear Sakura, will you last through the tough Winter to blossom in the light of Spring?
Will you survive the fits of rains nagging at your fragility throughout the break of Spring?
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Quel joli texte Anne!
Oui, comme le prunus, nos petites fleurs fragiles doivent essuyer bien des tempêtes. Aussi, soyons bien enracinés pour traverser les saisons, afin de refleurir et d'être capable de donner à voir notre beauté fragile encore et encore.
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