Whose flowers these are popping out of the snow

They look ever so beautiful as they grow

they won't die or wilt til fall

but they will come back next spring, i know

The flowers remind the child of the painting in the hall

especially when the wind and spirits call

but now almost all those memories now feel fake

yet he still stands proud and tall

He lost his family in the house near the lake

so many tears he cried when they didn't awake

He prayed and begged that what he saw was false

but it was real and there was no mistake