Yellow Flowers

on a barren plain, the yellow flowers bloom petals painted with sunlight that never shined all the glory of the world gathered unfairly, although how could a single bouquet ever manifest this? verdant green questions boldly a glimmer of life in the blanket of white water and sugar in the veins flow against the face of everything in this world oh, how slowly they will wilt a thief that has blossomed in spite of it all, a shadow that stole the light of the world and masked itself in that gold the joyful sun amidst snow turned its face away from the coldness decided to hide itself so that none would ever try to steal it again one man who stood from the rest reached for those who had pushed him aside realized the selfishness of the rest one man found the flower blooming in the snow two beings alone in the winter storm condemned as thieves by the rest but the icy words of the masses cannot harm them how sad that only they know that the hordes that spit upon them had tried vainly to reach for the sun had tried to take it for themselves, something that belonged to nobody and now that the sun has departed their world holstered up so that none but the worthy claim it the yellow flowers bloom on a plain sparks of the chosen amidst the snow of the rest.