Constant Bloom

	Strange are the days, how they seem out of place
	Flowers spring in a row, to defeat the ridden snow
	Yet they exist without magic or tricks, when by chance loving June
	Gasps for air and calls out: Bloom!
	Life as is said goes up and down, we walk through the door a second time around
	To do what was said but never done
	And promise you gardens made of green
	Yet we're lost in this tune, just men of the moon
	That sing for a world of constant bloom