The wind exhales; <br />Plucking pink petals from the trees, <br />Falling, Mounding, beneath a canopy, <br />Like amputated sparrow tails <br />Which bury each April acre- <br />This is nature’s massacre. <br /> <br />Beauty is so fragile, <br />That the slightest breathe shall shoe her away, <br />Yet misery’s more then thrilled to stay- <br />And reluctantly retires. <br />Today, these pleasures which we cherish, <br />Shall slip away, and with us, perish. <br /> <br />If I’m to learn a single thing- <br />Let it be that petal’s die. <br />Roots are choked, rivers dry, <br />And blinking ruins everything. <br />For one moment in the unaware- <br />Is a petal stolen into air.<br /><br />Lazarus Knix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blinking-ruins-everything/
