The vastness of the mist,
Echoes in my eyes,
As laughter and a kiss,
Surely spells demise.
Waiting for the sun,
As clouds lift low,
Time is narrowly done,
As nature sows.
As darkness drops its warmth,
And flowers bloom in morn.
At last the steel weighs,
It’s shard and steel thorn.
The birds they falter hence,
As music in the storm,
Perching on the fence,
In petals whence.