The Cellar Door, And The One Who Opened It Poem by Nicco Muegge

The love lost between the violet and the rose
rang in their very hearts, and now everyone knows
and the bees swarm to the opposite flowers
the Spring no longer brings them their April Showers,
time stops ticking in favor of their trust
and the fields of colors now turns to dust,
the greens of the grass now tells of distraught
and question the beauty the roses had taught,
the waters now blacken with gloom and leave none
and question the violets with all their wisdom.
Why has this happened, to us and to all?
Cries humanity as the last dried leaf falls.
It was the love lost between violet and rose
and the ignorance of an infant, the curl of his toes.