Spring flowers burst in colors bright from earth
Still scarred by winter's cold and ruthless hold.
The signs of life do welcome a rebirth
Of hopes and dreams and yearnings yet untold.
The flowers sway in summer breeze, counting
A season passing by. The dreams of spring
Are blooming full, now in their prime, mounting
Campaigns against the coming winter's sting.
The flowers wilt as summer fades upon
A cooling breeze. The memories remain,
Reminders of a brighter day. And on
The wind a hint of winter's pending reign.
The blooms are gone, killed by the chill of frost.
Dead petals fall, reminding what was lost.