Flowers

A butterfly sings 

And plays a sweet mellow tune

While he waits in line

For all the flowers to bloom

As the sun casts morning rays

A tale

A sliver of hope

Vanishes beneath the moon

Its glow casts a spell

In his hut he hides away

Grasping one silver bullet

Misfortune 

White waters roaring

Joyous laughters mellowing

Terror takes over

Dark clouds forming rain pouring 

Darkness falls bodies floating

A gift 

Large snowflakes dancing 

Whispers of nature's first kiss

Mothers gift to us 

One that I hold near and dear

Winters beauty can't be missed