Anomalies frolicking within a broken antidote 
Smoky clouds shelter the falling of the sky 
Neglected agriculture stands bare of love and cherish 
A flower, alone in a field of grass
Wind touches the flower petals ever so gently 
Flowers do not thrive in darkness, nor do they accept the fate of death 
Leaving seeds behind for a different world blind to the present eye
A sallow light creates shine in a world of darkness, paving change within an antidote 
Seeds prosper in an open world, unsheltered in which truth and harmony can cherish the soil below 
Before seeds can grow in a field of snow
The change of it all starts with a single charcoal rose