The delicate sun-kissed touch at the top of the hill 

Which shoots me to the heavens 

To bud anew 

Your stinging kiss that takes my sweetness away 

But transforms smiles like a revealing fairytale 

My ambrosial fragrance 

That lingers in the humid air  

Harmonizing with the melodious screams of children playing Petals used to count undying love 

To tie people together like a mother’s affection 

Can it last for an eternity?  

Now overborne with the pungent odour  

Of eggs left out too long 

Screams of perfect pitch  

Deafen with out-of-tune rhythms  

The once beautiful meadows of red, yellow, and blue 

Painted in a blanket of chocolate 

As the world fades into oblivion 

The once gentle toy trucks with a whirring vroom 

Become colossal rolling pins 

The buckets and shovels once used to dig in the sandbox 

Become excavators that destroy my home 

Can it ever go back to the eternity I longed for?  

Will the sagging smoke clouds reveal the giant orb of warmth once again? 

Will the sounds of laughter replace the echoing screeches?  

But with the springtime dawn 

A new wind rushes through my petals 

And washes the clouds away 

In the midst of it all, a cage of air 

Becomes solid as it wraps around the garden I call home

My black and white vision becomes full of colour 

Butterflies flush me with delicate touches 

How blind I have been! 

The colourful petals never disappear 

Neither do the sounds of happiness 

The screeches have disappeared  

And the clouds reveal the warmth again  

I am submerged in the Sun  

The beautiful greenhouse around me 

Rejuvenates the misery within my stem 

The new insects walk past me; the wind blows between my roots 

And begins the journey for auspicious days to come