Like a simple rose

growing in the sunny day

winter bears its fangs

 

snow and ice attack

ripping earth up leaf by leaf

till there’s nothing left

 

empty cold darkness

nothing here except the void

deafening silence

 

then the spring rolls in

new life grows where death once was

rose springs up again

 

so the humans live

living, suffering, repeat

in winters of tears

 

there is always spring

sun shining, you look around

gentle quiet smile