The flowers bloom
on empty grass
The decaying tree
continues to bud
The bird
falls from the nest
But lands on the soft cushion
of forgiveness
Not the concrete slab
of reality.

A second chance
   Is what we all need
A second chance
   Is what we seldom get

The shock parades
Up
  Down
    Across
      Around
    As I fall
  Missing forgiveness
And crumpling into reality.