Crisp excitement of Spring
Growing green barrier surrounds me

A pile of blocks and one goal
To build something great.

The blocks slowly start to take their first form.
The pile melts into rolling lush hills.
Following the undulating hills,
a white stallion shoots across a small worn path.

The horsey runs and the blocks fall.

A low rumbling as the earth is torn apart.
A deep chasm follows the horse as he gallops.
The earth sinks into oblivion as the horse picks up speed.
The red wooden cart that the horse pulls gets consumed by the fissure.
But before the earth bears down in a final bite the scenery molds once more.

Look.
I put this block on that block.
I made a tower.

Giant stone pillars ascend from the ashes.
A spiraling staircase sweeps up through the air.
Torches sprout from the forming walls.
A horse appears from the mist without a rider to be seen.
In the highest room a damsel sits in apathy.

The horse approaches and starts to mount the stairs.
“Clippity-clop” becomes time as the beast reaches the top.
The maiden calls in glee, but soon has regrets.
The tower stirs and a singular stone slumps to the earth.

The horse hardly hesitates.
Dashing down the hall with a damsel held around his neck,
the tower begins to break.
The set of spiral stairs hardly slows the stallon.
He takes steps nine at a time, as stones fall around them.
Until only a pile is left and
The horse stands meters away victorious with the maiden on his back.

I hit the tower and it falls.

As the horse retreats from the rubble a bridge begins to be.
Wooden columns support a boardwalk across a wide gully
As the horse crosses-

“Rose, come inside.”

The horse freezes, the maiden’s heart stops, and the world goes black forever.