Spring Fling
The cherry tree used to blossom in the spring.
The red Cardinals used to sing.
Thick-coated pollen used to surround,
Every time a dandelion came out of the ground.
Now the soil is all pale with lines.
The bee's dull stinger can’t sting.
The trees are now fully covered in vines.
The cardinal lost its beautiful ring.
Looking at the stump I sigh,
Coated in the foggy string.
Every time I walk by,
The cherry tree, that once blossomed in the spring…
A tear forms in my eye.
--Mnieq Polk
The cherry tree used to blossom in the spring.
The red Cardinals used to sing.
Thick-coated pollen used to surround,
Every time a dandelion came out of the ground.
Now the soil is all pale with lines.
The bee's dull stinger can’t sting.
The trees are now fully covered in vines.
The cardinal lost its beautiful ring.
Looking at the stump I sigh,
Coated in the foggy string.
Every time I walk by,
The cherry tree, that once blossomed in the spring…
A tear forms in my eye.
--Mnieq Polk