Marching Flowers and Rings of Steel
Rings of steel anchored in rock
are rusting.
The rock shows how it once flowed.
The water is rising
a drop at a time
for every drop of warmth.
Flowers are on the march.
“Beautiful words whispered in the storm
won’t calm its fury or hasten the dawn
but will tell of a promise yet to be born.”
Dartwill Aquila
System Humanity 
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