A casscade of misty rays
Struggling on the horizon
Five am, a new day
The soil moist, clotted,
The grass peacefully white
In the corner, a frosty bud.

Dusty rays bursting through misty shadows
The green once more
The bud, bursting to thrive
A bee, searching, but yet no food
By midday, a show of red
Cowering beneath springtime green.

An afternoon shower, refreashing the earth
More sun, and suddenly a rose!
As pure as a newborn child
As innocent as the dawn.
Nightfall...
Frost coating the world once more
A time of sleep for the frosted bud.