There's a flowerbed at the pit of my stomach, infertile
And my throat is a desert
But you are suddenly here; seedlings are sprouting
Water runs through the sand
Spring is coming
Rainstorms flay the ground open
Buds are jutting out of fragile stalks
Floods ravage the dry earth
Petals are unfolding
The sky covers the land of desolation
A garden is thriving within
The desert comes alive
Butterflies are losing themselves in an eternal flutter
Valleys fill with sandy water
But wings are made of blades
And I am drowning in the desert.