Seeds sown in spring,
Born of April's silver rain,
We bloom
And dream away our few short summer days
In fields of gold.
Remember us.

Autumn burns the hills to bronze,
Our petals shaken, taken by October wind,
To fly, to fall, to fade.
Remember us.

Winter etches blackened branches,
Stark against a pewter sky.
Snowflakes drift, pale blossom ghosts
Of loveliness that stopped the breath
And for a moment, stilled the heart.

We are flowers in the wind.
Remember us.