Contribution from Natalie Fischer, Makayla Gertken, Kjersti Halvorson
Evening mist surrounds
solemn red blossoms stand proud
against summers moon.
Protruding greens sit and wait
for one to bloom into pink.
Waiting for a chance
this season shall bring new rain
changing as they grow.
When that change finally comes
everything is beautiful.
Waiting for a chance
bloom brighter than ever perceived
a love for the new.
Silent nights and silent days
but they are not lonesome, nay.
Hoping for a sign
waiting for the signal, peace
never comes; unfound.
But the solemn pink blossoms
forever remain the same.
