A breath so light it fogs upon emerald leaves.
The bringer of rain tumbles the tears and drinks again.
Within the stork, beneath the bark.
Rivers of life speed through the revival.
Like an opening hymn, the flowers unfurl.
Baring their covered need towards the sun.
Dazzling the dangerously bored by their beauty.
Hunting the light to breathe.
The frost still settles.
The ground still hardens.
And the pain of winter still burns upon remembrance.
Yet the wind and the movement of the world forces a change.
Spinning into the future as all still struggle to survive.
Havoc and Consequence 