In every flower
There is a poem
In a garland
There's poetry

Pastel similes
Bright metaphors
Sweet allusions
Quaint allegories

In every flower
There is a poem
For every season
And every day

A song of Spring
A verse of winter -
And all that life
Brings your way.

(The photograph below represents the results of a Landslide.)

Or does it?
All I see is houses,
Covered in rock.
Did they photograph just those places,
Or did they make sure to get pictures of their faces?
Mortally despaired as the dust settles in the air,
As they watch their life crumble down,
With have no power to stop it.

I've never had a real brush with doom,
But I can't say it came too soon.

For I almost lost everything,
To that ****** error screen.

Long live this, long live HP!

Before you left,
I was a paradise,
A magical land of prosper and beauty.
When you left,
The rains stopped coming,
All the magic dried up to sandstone.
Then you came back,
With a river running wide,
Eroding the armored stone of my heart.