Depression In Nature

Deserted, isolated, all alone, The flowers breezing in the air, One step then two step, Walk through the mix flowers Of poppies, daisies and roses too, When will the flowers blossom again ? The sound of bees all around, The clouds brighten and come alive, The smell of pollen and roses too, When will flowers blossom again ? In isolation and bewilderness, The flowers blossom, The petals brighten, The stalks strengthen, In isolation and bewilderness The flowers will truly blossom again.