Spring arrives at the garden of life, behold!
He walks to the flowers and turns the cold
Summer-like warmth lands to the flowers
They flow and glow-up bright with powers
Spring watches the sadness fade away
Yet not a single flower asks Him to stay
He shies away for awhile hoping for the best
Maybe this happiness shall bring forth a fest
The whole garden feed, from him, and grow
Only, the flowers had the persona of a crow
Spring looks to those flowers once more
To see what else they had for him in store
He sees forgetfulness and its mouths drooling
“Who needs the Spring when we are blooming?”
Spring cries to the ground, his tears vaporize
They thought all was well, they didn’t realize
That spring goes faster than any season
And if that were not enough for a reason
Then remember your person and respect
Once you use him as a tool, don’t expect
Him to live so long for you to enjoy time
By God, he’ll die in a manner, so sublime
And the shadows of the dry trees will cast
Upon these darker paths that you walk past
Then when summer came, and the flowers dried
They screamed for him, but their Spring had died
June 21st, 2018