the heart bleeds, were the arrow periced
drips upon the flowers, droop their petals
stains them green to red
roots of strength hold firm, grip the earth
waiting for your smile to part the clouds

the sun, with its tantilizing fingers
evaporate the red to green, beauty renewed
walk among them, smell the scent, heal the heart
then close your eyes, feel yourself, and think
" If it was'nt for me, the world would not be"