Fitty

Ill write a poem which tells the beauty of this image in my eyes. For beauty is in the eye of the beholder. "Entrance to the colloseum" A glance for visitors from the outside but only gladiators dare to go inside and face battle. Lion statues symbolize the courage of people who will fight. A few branches from a cherry blossom which symbolize a time for renewal, for life is short: take hold of what you can before you reach the end of the tunnel of light. The sun is just hanging back, observing from a distance perhaps. This is my choice... or was it destiny all along?