Berries come and go ...

Berries come and go

I am watchful of the garden;

And oh how it tells me a story,


As the strawberries come

And the strawberries go,

The tayberries come

And the tayberries go,

The blueberries come,

The blueberries go,

The blackberries come

And the blackberries go,

The raspberries come

And the raspberries go. 


The berry has been there all along,

while it's changed its face...


As Rumi said, to not grief for too long,

As 'everything you lose comes back to you in a different form'.