the leaves grow greener
every day
but are never brighter
than yesterday.
the daffodils stand
amidst the grass
lionhearts fighting
and growing fast.
squirrels somersault
across chartreuse seas
tumbling and swaying
with summertime breeze.
blossoms fill the fields
climbing for the skies
reaching to touch the rays
before each one dies.
and still the world keeps spinning
slightly shaking with the breeze
as fragile as the lionhearts
and mangled as the trees.