The fact is,
flowers can thrive in the cold,
in the dessert,
in water or mud,
and even through concrete.

And you can survive through more.

Chivalry dances
around its neighbor’s
fresh new grave.

       Integrity sits in silence.
       He has nothing more
       to stand up for.

              Empathy brings flowers
              but she can no longer feel.

                       And Hope’s cries fill the yard,
                       as she was the last one
                       keeping the new settler
                       from his grave.
                      
                                  Today, the whole yard mourns,
                                  for everything is doomed
                                  once humanity is dead.