Winter Bloom
Why are you here?
I ask you,
What is the purpose
Of living in constant death?
You are beautiful,
But cold,
And all around you
You see life
Come to waste.
Your cousins bloom when the ice thaws,
Your sisters bloom when the rain falls,
But you,
Why do you open up
So early?
When the world is covered in white
And the birds so rarely sing?
What is the point?
I say,
Of living alone in a world of snow,
Frozen and motionless,
Waiting for your family to come back
To you.
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