Never before has the world look so beautiful and so unknown. Listen to the wind whispering secrets in the spring, almost taunting me trying to draw me closer to maybe understand more of what it's saying. Ants walking around searching for that secret anywhere they can. Always searching as if close to finding out the next clue to have the others execute the next search only to be plucked out of nowhere by other insects and birds as if they are to keep that secret. Everything is doing something somewhere, acting and reacting the way they are programmed to on a path of least resistance we call chance.
So enjoy the beautiful flowers as a lot was sacrificed, secrets kept, death imposed, it was expensive and to some, a blood rose.
