The Flowers Won't Bloom

Where the sun has not spared,

Where water has not shared,

Lies scars of the flowers that won’t bloom .

In the cracks you will find,

There are seeds for the blind ,

and for the tears that we cry to the moon .

There’s a staircase to climb ,

Where the moonbeams decline,

to shed light on soil back beyond the breach .

Where the dead and dry earth,

Will not give a bud birth,

so sadly sand dunes are now within reach .

So the flowers won’t bloom,

And the land has been doomed ,

to become a desolate wilderness .

A land covered in dust ,

What has become of us,

all the flowers that once grew are lifeless.