Oh, how vibrant are these colors belonging to spring!
What sapid nourishment these delectable bites can bring!
And the leaves have returned in their purest shade of green!
But, with the dawning of each day all was trialed further vanishing.
For they continue to sting…
Now I find myself a season behind,
Serving time,
As if I committed the most heinous of crimes.
Swarming…
As winter winds graze chimes for the very last time,
Death and I are sitting sharing the last known front-line.
And he proceeds to tell me that,
I am the fallen descendant of autumn,
I am the unwanted dregs at the bottom,
I am the troop that dishonored my column,
I’ll soon be a martyr that is often forgotten.
Then I had to reply, if this be the day that I may die,
May you abide my request to recount all the events leading to death so we could see it through live eyes?
And his response to the life of a human being proved that it was easy to mingle with winter but so much more difficult to spring.
For they continue to sting,
Swarming,
They continue to sting.
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