A delicate balance
beauty and frailty
so quick to fade
when fate prevails.
Another, so powerful and strong
succumbs to a small flaw.
The meadow shines in the sun
the ground glistens with dew
. .awaiting to be touched
. .not with the blood which soaks it now
. .but by excitement, a chance to be free.
This world is not meant for kind hearts
nor fragile bodies in harsh conditions
it’s a test of will
. .to remember, to smile
. .broken hearts, fret not
. .the emerald fields will glisten again.