Cinder

Blossoms in the morning dew A beautiful larks singing from afar I look at each and every you Days traverse sun to star Dark clouds moving in so fast Cinders’ about to make a mark Debauchery of ash and ruin Flowers burned no more lark How quick a dream can turn to black Erased and smoldering clouds are dark Remnants piled on the ground Tears fall all is lost Cinder left a brutal mark Rebuild regrow again someday A place of wonder of sun and heart.