Spring lay out his arms, thick flowers in his hair
Soon joined by summer,
Soft hands and
sunlight rays that light her eyes
It was that season where blue met yellow and created green
Like a swelling sea, forever they would be
The sun settles, fire cracks,
The glowing ember rests upon the wooden latch
All is well, and well is all
So why
Did summer fall
Coats of ice
Lightning with thunder
They lose their fight
And cannot gather,
A swarm of nights
That squander day
Carefully
They rearrange
Overhead, the birds they follow
Hope, a phrase no longer swallowed
How long until the flowers, they grow?
A race no longer run
A wheel no longer turning
With environments changed
And weather unarranged,
She turns her head
And moves
On ahead
