The flowers of may bloom
Would they speak if they could?
What if planted in our Corroded soil they stood, would they care?
Lost in a trance I can’t help but to stare at Springs tantalizing dance
The beauty of spring captivates whilst imagination it salivates
Paralyzed by the sheer pain of beauty
People would die for its continuity
It’s over, a sigh would suffice
carry on living in a world of putrid ice
