His Accusations

Flowers stand Stretching to meet rays, Which nurture and replinish. Winds blow, Bending and flexing stems. Roots rest, Nestled deep in the earth. Comfortable, content, in its place. Eyes for beauty glance and beam. Spring is here! For me alone, Colors blanket frozen ground. For me alone, They birth new beginnings. For me alone, God has given all another chance. I bend, Kneeling beside one Which I've chosen. I rip it's roots From it's survival. Torn roots, broken stem, loose petals, It is mine! Fraile only after moments, I toss it away And choose another.