I stood amongst the blooms of white
A zenith wind lifts the petals
Hands grasp the flow
Skin touched ones gleam scarlet
Lips curl hue shifts yellow
A giggle I spin my emotions a swirl
The whirlwind rainbow from ember to violet
Till the zeal stops the petals drop
Slowly fading to black dying
The garden desolate ash
A breeze swept everything to sand
Puffed the garden to dust
But at my feet a tiny mid bloom bud
Azure among the bland backdrop
A little color where there was not
