The soil, moist yet infertile - baron.
As the click of the season is heard,
The seed of forgiveness lays,
Glorious rays of golden magnitude,
Against the sky's vast charcoal sphere,
The terror was imagined,
Nothing but fear.
Furious, flowing breath,
Enters the seed, exasperating life.
The hatred vanishes, removed,
As is the knife.
The sees blossoms,
In new growth,
Maturity and courage surrounds the seed,
Forgiveness is felt, by both.