I wrote this last night at about 1 AM. Enjoy. "It's going to be a good season" said a man with a farm. "The weather will do, the temperature's right, the rain will come, and they will stretch in the night." A few buds kissed the surface and rejoyced in glee they yelled, "No flower or plant will grow taller than me" and they sprouted and they squirmed until the touched the man's arm He winked at his wife and said, "This year's the charm" He took a step back and admired his crops the sun began to leave, and the signs flipped on the shops again the flowers continued to grow. They laughed with the wind and they wept with the snow. Droopy eyelieds caressed the man's face his wife was gone and he felt out of place A harsh winter summoned and the flowers quit They shivered and cried and threw raging fits They bargained and bribed to be new and refreshed but the sun never came, the land no longer was blessed The man let out a sigh and shed a few tears feeling lonesome from the sky and completely used from this year He'd pray every night for new growth or some help Then one day the snow started to melt The roses reached up, the daisys stood tall, the bluebonnets, the poppies, the grand and the small They joined in leaves and started whistling a melody the man smiled sheepishly and he started tellin' me, "It doesn't matter how long it takes, we all make progress, we all make mistakes. Sometimes winter feels like it never ends, but if you keep your chin up, the weather will bend. It's okay to cry and it's fine to pray as long as you know spring is on it's way." If anyone has heard of the band An Angle, you will know what I'm talking about when I say...Wowza, the lead singer sounds identical to Conor Oberst. Today I had a volleyball tournament and we lost every game. YOU should listen to Bloc Party because they sound like Interpol, Sonic Youth, and The Cure (Pre-1985) all rolled into one.