The sun hangs cold in the sky
The wind is dead, silent and dull
A breeze wails, scouring the world
Color is gone, gray reigns triumphant
One walks, one looks
One sees, one hurts
But wait, what's that?
There beneath that bush
A spark of life, a flower
Vibrant, green and blue
Bursting fourth, no longer oppressed
Thriving, growing, one purpose in life
One single flower, hidden from sight
Opening bloom, Herald of spring