The trees are crying again
White blossoms rain
As hope is lost
And Summer slides in
To take her share
In the bare branches
Of a barren tree
A magpie calls out
From a nest, half built
She cries for a mate
It is the cruel call of nature
Unpartnered, unprotected
Seeing another Spring pass
The audacity of a dream
Swept away on a soft breeze
Unstuck Monsters 