Human Hands

Beautiful pink flowers with petals of rose Blown by the icy wind into a delicate pose. Untouched by small or large human hands, A field of blossoms spread across the land. Nature’s presence so perfectly impearled In this violence, stolen from a dream world. It’s far too difficult for our flawed hearts to cease Their mutterings if we leave the scene in peace. The soft gentle petals curl up into a ball, Withering brown, crunching up and fall.