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.
Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 10:47 PM UTC
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.
