New life springs forth, 

Its vitality absorbed by the

Vapid matte canopy of the jaded.

“Here, Here!” the youngsters cry,

“Let us breathe or we will die!”

The jaded stand stoic.

Brown, flaky corpses

Demand justice in vain,

For justice would mock mercy.

The jaded prioritize short-lived

Vitality over wintry

Endurance.

Frosted, Faded is the once

glistening gloss on the jade ivy.