We braced for the coming rain
Firmly rooted
In a childish dream

Beneath the sprawl
Of the deepest grey
Swallowed whole
In perpetual sorrow

Our blood coursed warm
Our aspirations were sure
And we fell, hapless
Into our sultry decay

Before
Our words rang true
Born in the fervor
Of our green affections

Before
Our hopes were in bloom
Defiant to the whim
In each gust of peril