Leafs lay limp
And pile in a mountain
Feeling crusty like wontons,
Rustling through the wind.
Flowers drown in on-and-off showers,
Looking dead and sad,
Drooping down to the ground.
People stomp in muddy puddles
Making tsunamis in tiny puddles
Swarming around people's shoes.
Mud spreads across the grass like butter on toast.
Smell mashed grass mixes with various things and
Smudges on people playing sports.
Rain dribbles on my face and drips in to my shoes
Feel dew drops shiver down my spine
Goose bumps overwhelm me.
Wind gusts through the bushes and
Seeing the branches dance
As beauty fills the air.
But one bunch of flowers bloom in no notice
Smells more perfect than last nights dinner
As walking past the sign of spring in this leafy mine field.