Peach Bloom Pond

Concrete snow

Pouring against the tide

Ripping up the glory

The beauty

The shame

While nothing scared anyone

Like the truth that would

ventured beyond the water

And into the mountains

Full of trees

Full of fruit

Full of peace.

To bring hope and kindness

To all living

And all dead.

Ensuring safety

Within the future

And holding

The home of nothingness

In the past.

The fresh smell

Of tainted peaches

Will always linger

As the falling ghosts

Die in blood and gore

Upon the shore.