When beauty and devastation collide
The grey crumbled stones
The dried blood of the innocent
Fade to smoke
And as the vision blurs
Do we see
The few blades of bright green grass
The clear pale blue of the noonday sky
The sharp contrast of branches
Of the cherry blossom tree
As a delicate cream feather
Floats to the ground
And the last breath leaves
The fainted essence of spirit
When truly there was nothing really there at all