what can't be hid

a framing moment passes and we sigh
not one thing left that we could even take
the rain has filled the river and the lake
the green is brighter to the naïve eye
a kind of lethargy will my heart tie
i could not say that things were fine and jake
but soon enough i know the world will bake
under the blazing sun the flower will die
more rain should come and let us breathe
a cleaner air with better sense of hope
the day holds promise but we cannot trust
the trees and reeds the rising mist will wreathe
we wonder if the pain will let us cope
and if our joints will seize up with rust