through blooming birch trees.
Specks of green sprinkle the barren wasteland
that winter left in its wicked wake.
Snow slowly melts from its resting place,
drip, drip, dripping into puddles.
where parents watch as their children
splash, splash, splash
in their little red rainboots.
Flowers flourish their flourescent fingers,
reaching out for the shimmering sunshine
that will quench the hunger in their
Violets and tulips and daisies and daffodils
unfurl their vibrant arms,
each trying to outshine the others.
But the kids in their little red rainboots
focus only on themselves,
not noticing the flowers beauty and grace.
Now the flowers weep,
for they are icily ignored.
Trees reach their branches
up towards the heavens,
sighing in satisfaction