Glistening Gloss on the Jade Ivy
New life springs forth,
Its vitality absorbed by the
Vapid matte canopy of the jaded.
“Here, Here!” the youngsters cry,
“Let us breathe or we will die!”
The jaded stand stoic.
Brown, flaky corpses
Demand justice in vain,
For justice would mock mercy.
The jaded prioritize short-lived
Vitality over wintry
Endurance.
Frosted, Faded is the once
glistening gloss on the jade ivy.