Summer’s flower ~
Under frost awaits,
Its glory days
Short lived…
What to speak of
Empire and conquests!
Summer’s flower ~
Returns in spring,
Unlike heady
Glory days of
Empire and conquest–
Ancient ruins,
Places tourists visit
For a glimpse
Of yesteryear;
‘Tis the way all wars,
Empire and conquests
End.
Summer’s flower ~
Transient though it be,
Outlives empire and conquests;
Though rulers and tyrants
Believe otherwise:
Graves await them.
