Abundance.
Trees in spring. Blooms appearing overnight.
Colors. Soft and brilliant.
Then, breezes sweep through. And blossoms fill the air.
Abundance scattered. Beauty all around.

Abundance.
Trees in spring. Blooms appearing overnight.
Colors. Soft and brilliant.
Then, breezes sweep through. And blossoms fill the air.
Abundance scattered. Beauty all around.

Beggars at the gate take their chances.
And decide, whether it means food or death, they’ll surrender.
They’re going to die anyway in the midst of siege and growing scarcity.
So they head to the enemy’s camp.
