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Description
Nothing good Lasts

Springtime;
That glorious time of the year, arrives as expected
Springtime;
Long awaited and long sought, a reward to the innocent and pure
Springtime;
Vibrant colors and clear skies, the definition of bliss and peace
Springtime;
Lush green grass and trees that touch the skies, what a perfect way to end winter
Springtime;
Bees drone and work while children laugh and play, a symphony to the senses
Springtime;
Babbling brooks and whispering leaves, an astounding beauty to all who acknowledge it
Springtime;
Chattering squirrels and squabbling birds, all celebrating spring in their own ways
Springtime;
Whistling of the breeze and dancing of the long grass, cheerful and carefree
Springtime;
Happy people walking down the sidewalks, cars and bicycles dominate the pavement
Springtime;
Calliope music and carousels, Smiles and joy
Springtime;
The time of an accident, nuclear overload
Springtime;
Evacuations and abandonment
Springtime;
Radiation and lockdown
Springtime;
Gave in to winter’s cold embrace long ago

Leaves turned brown and grass died, warm sun gave in to frigid cold
Skies turned grey and bleak as flowers wilted; there is frost upon the window sills of the derelict houses
Snow blankets all, where children once played, where bees buzzed happily
Silence. Nothing but silence remains.
The humans have gone, the buildings empty and dilapidated;
The howling wind replacing the once vibrant music and sounds of life
The Carousel abandoned, the trees all dead, nothing left on their bare branches
Nothing left but desolation, the fruits of human meddling

Nothing is left. Spring has gone; no more innocence, no more joy. Nothing good lasts...

Description
Nothing good Lasts

Springtime;
That glorious time of the year, arrives as expected
Springtime;
Long awaited and long sought, a reward to the innocent and pure
Springtime;
Vibrant colors and clear skies, the definition of bliss and peace
Springtime;
Lush green grass and trees that touch the skies, what a perfect way to end winter
Springtime;
Bees drone and work while children laugh and play, a symphony to the senses
Springtime;
Babbling brooks and whispering leaves, an astounding beauty to all who acknowledge it
Springtime;
Chattering squirrels and squabbling birds, all celebrating spring in their own ways
Springtime;
Whistling of the breeze and dancing of the long grass, cheerful and carefree
Springtime;
Happy people walking down the sidewalks, cars and bicycles dominate the pavement
Springtime;
Calliope music and carousels, Smiles and joy
Springtime;
The time of an accident, nuclear overload
Springtime;
Evacuations and abandonment
Springtime;
Radiation and lockdown
Springtime;
Gave in to winter’s cold embrace long ago

Leaves turned brown and grass died, warm sun gave in to frigid cold
Skies turned grey and bleak as flowers wilted; there is frost upon the window sills of the derelict houses
Snow blankets all, where children once played, where bees buzzed happily
Silence. Nothing but silence remains.
The humans have gone, the buildings empty and dilapidated;
The howling wind replacing the once vibrant music and sounds of life
The Carousel abandoned, the trees all dead, nothing left on their bare branches
Nothing left but desolation, the fruits of human meddling

Nothing is left. Spring has gone; no more innocence, no more joy. Nothing good lasts...