Colours of the masses, splashed upon the hills
It is spring and they have come once again
Nothing will stop them (one can hope)
And all summer we watch the flowers sway in the wind
Fingers grazing petals, one can’t understand
What special life enters through the roots
As autumn falls and the colours stain
Another canvas of matching hues
When winter comes and takes it all away
Hands reaching out, one can’t understand
The time until the colours come again