Flower

It used to be a deep winter

Ten thousand years predictable

Extended adolescence what separates us

It is hard to get this far

Variables beyond number

We find more than two very difficult

Three and more never stable forever

A quality from quantity

Solar systems such a regular thing

Ten thousand years are over

Discuss doing a little less each year

One hundred year storms no more

More flower in more places before

More flower in more places again

Extinction such a regular thing

Spontaneous generation or a traveling spirit

My love the flower of life dies more