Winter Tempest

A spring breakfast.

Fields of flowers run through my fingers 

As I run beside the dandelions

So beautiful yet so fragile

The breeze of spring air flows across my face

Like a cold river trickling in place

As if to welcome me to life

To say bye to pain and strife

How can a beautiful breeze give so much pleasure

It’s a type of happiness meant to be treasured

Flowers blooming from a winter tempest