Blood from a Seed

there’s a park across the street
where the rivers turn in blue
and the trees in southern reds
sprout like blood from a seed
and the children play and scream
I see it all begin
see it from the start
there’s a violence come around
the moment we stand up from the ground
nothing above but stars and black
nothing below, we could ever get back
blue turns gold and wind turns dry leaves to flies
nothing ever leaves for good
nothing ever stays
I can see your face before the winter came
I can feel fall when the dirt smelled like sugar
wait for April
all the fields are asleep now