in a nearly clear sky
Except for one cloud
hanging above
There are flowers
Four, to be precise
In this picture-perfect moment
The grass is green
but a little too green
Like the eerie moment
when everything’s perfect
right before it all goes wrong
Right before the flowers wilt
And the sun dims
And the clouds begin to multiply
Suddenly
This moment
This perfect moment
Is gone
Lost to a world
that cradles Destruction
like a baby
and raises pain
like a child
It loves to overthrow
The Mother Earth