Face of Pain

Watching Mankind’s face .. Silence blooms as the daisy coaxes the mid day noon. With floral rhymes and minstrel sways times apathy sobs as silence croons. The sea falters as the mountain prays for another day in majestic grace. Ignorance boasts as the darkness dies in a somber face. The chain of anger wavers as silence charms. Pride is the doorway to hell all can tell. Still silence blooms as the daisy coaxes the mid day noon, and the mushrooms spring forth in swallowed time. Soon breaks forth the arrogance of ritual blooms of manifested hatred.