a beautiful thing
this glory of spring
til dark descended
untold truths
foolhardy youth
false love defended
fragile pride
fear as its guide
lies unattended
seizing spring
song silencing
kind heart upended
feeds on the weak
manhandles meek
such bitter fruit tended
but truth is sought
hate does as taught
on this dependent
hope must in stead
look seasons ahead
to well-lit paths contended
