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Just for a while I saw the world as it really ought to be

The springtime buds of tiny leaves giving birth to serenity

Mice dart through the catnip in the corner of the yard watched only by a lady of stone

Who pours liquid diamonds to her children of gold while the house cat sleeps on her throne



The heat of the day brightens the green to an almost painful hue

Moss ravishes kisses on the lady of stone but blocks the guardian's view

Bird songs drift aimlessly on honeysuckle air as snakes squeeze the scent from the vine

The summer ravages the fruits of our labor turning what once was ripe into wine



Mother Nature chokes herself out turning her golden green into red

Leaving no nourishment, but only dry leaves where our lovely minstrel once bled

Withered vines dry and contract and snap the limbs from the trees

Flowers wilt like begging peasants, their guardian angel cracks with disease



My chair is warm and the nights are long as I sit by a roaring fire

But there's one last thing I want to do before I kick off my shoes and retire

I stand outside at the foot of a snow angel, head bowed with a funeral smile

And I tell her how wonderful things once were, if only just for a while