Spring time is snapping
the lamp dragon flowers twirl on the ground
as a flush of air tries to drive them to the sky.

It's the season to be living
the lovely aromas of life and heat
are sipping beneath the beating wings of humming birds.

They tease and taught
all of those whom can only reside inside
to me the bees outside
are .20mm bullets in disguise.

The luminescent strings of light
that attempt to tarnish my fair skin
are the enemies atomic bombs
trying to make me fade away.

While all else can thrive and bloom this season
I am a Dragon Fruit and to see me blossom
is to bring back my nightly blue skies
and the heavily shaded afternoons.