Bloom
Tell me about it
As the ashes grow
As the wind rides
A future bloom
Where we need not hide
Tell me about it
—
Before words turn to wind
Lips purse to sand
Where nothing grows
Where all fades into gloom
Tell me about it
—
Before skins lose their touch
Naked trees cry
On burning skies
What we thought was doom
Tell me about it
—
As the ashes grow
As the wind rises
A new future
Bloom
Tell me about it
