Drizzle taps the pavement below like a pebble on a young woman's window
While misty eyes surmise the dense woodland heart
Below these leafy bulbs white spring flowers flow
A final offering before Nature and I part

When the heat drowns my last ounce of charisma
And only my four walls greet me hello
There'll be room in this bed for your stigma
Despite your inevitable bellows

Bulbs turn to lifeless piles
When the cools and warms become neutrals
The breeze tosses their corpses for miles
This is nature's most subtle brutality

Finally, a cold white purges nature's remains 
Only skeletons pitched across wet barren-
Decorate desolate feigns
Nature - She's the cruelest Baron