A Lost Spring

As I lay sleeping,
a storm rolled past
the meninges,
invading my dreams

Slashing winds spoke to the trees,
bend or be broken
trees spoke to the birds,
leave your nest and flee

Partners, lightning and thunder
flashed their message of terror,
trumpeted their battle cry
as they advanced across the night sky

As I lay sleeping,
a treaty burned
in the deserted streets
of a charred village

What price too great for a lost spring?