Transient illusions

The Death knell sounds,

The clouds grow gray,

The shadows stifle the life from the day,

Trudging through the streets,

Teddy in hand,

Longing for a time now banned,

Staring at the words that sealed your fate,

Not seeing at all as everything fades,

Save the despair growing in spades,

Through the frozen winter ground a flower appears,

With unrelenting might it plows through the ice,

And with a flick of the wrist nature rolls the dice,

What once was no longer is,

Here today gone tomorrow,

Is the mantra of life sweet's sorrow.