I waited for Spring, and now wish that I hadn’t.

Had it still been the fall, this might not have happened.

But snow did stop falling, and song birds formed choirs,

and flowers did bloom, but why did I pick them!

I love them so dearly

in their vase by my bed.

But all things decay,

and soon will be dead.

I waited for Spring, and her yellow petals

make me wish that I hadn’t.