My pale chocolate coloured orbs illuminated at the scene that's set before me,
The slick, dainty yet hydrated blades of grass sway along the spine chilling wind,
Dark barks and distorted roots snake and twists under the soil leading up into a tree,
Sea green leaves indicating that it's the season of spring swirl around along with the howling wind,
The delicate and yet to be bloomed tulip's luscious petals shimmer from the dewdrops keeping it moist,
However, they are anemic enough to be ripped out of their roots in the path of the vigorous wind,
The wind stopped in its tracks; recognizing me and blew towards me and voiced,
As I cup my hands around the vulnerable yet precious little flower like a dome,
"This is our home..."
This is the way of the wind in Hollycot Gardens...