leaving the city behind

 returning home and noting the white blooms

and purple blossoms as the year proceeds

to resurrect the signs of healthy deeds

that furtive humans keep to quiet rooms

not wanting to announce that life resumes

its normal course that each of us concedes

our mortal happiness too flowers bleeds

and has its joyous moments not just dooms

a simple justice tells us to observe

how the world works and then to understand

how great our folly that we seek to hold

back the ticking clock think we can preserve

all fragile nature if we lift a hand

and keep the flower perfect if we're bold