when the storm comes it pours

The flowers bloom in May, ever heard that before? For me the flower bloomed back in march and now has died and resurrected into something that is unmentionable for myself. Wilting comes when the plentiful fruits of our nature decrease. What has become is something that was unseem by good man's eyes. It would be so easy for everything to end in an infinite abyss. But the wilting membrane continues to live on, live on, live on, live on......always living and never ending. A teardrop falls and life flourishes for but a minute until tears continue to fall in misery of good man's nature. The once wilting flower now spreads life jokingly, but not to be fooled by it own less than good deeds. What it means for the cycle is that a wilting ones misery never returns but is shamed for the good deeds he has done and the high spirit fails for he has let life to be unforgiven..........tears continue to fall and there will always be another May in sight.................................................................