Third Season

Spring has come, hopefully forever bound.
Trees pregnant and awaiting to deliver.
Stare in the eyes of dignified love.
Why thy ever so beautiful blossom fall to thy pitiful dirt to dance with vermin?
Rain and wind sheds them with disregard.
They laugh or cry as they twinkle into the night.
Getting stuck into our hair.
Holding on for a moment of true beauty.
For a moment of truth justifies all time.
Flowers wither, and beauty fades.
Nature asks to take away what is naturally beautiful to be enjoyed for a moment.
But why cant beauty last forever?
In that moment of beauty there stands the awe to which we succumb to.
A standstill in time and we are there gazing at it for as long as we possibly can.
For its truth at that moment and truth is true beauty.
In a time where we are shamed by falsehood we rarely have a moment of truth.
When that time comes and then goes we are dazed in the true light of beauty…