I'm....

I am the butterflies
fluttering near the carcass,

I am the roses
at the dictator's mansion,

I am the child's toy
at the grave yard.

I am the scent of fresh bread
at the refuge camp

I am the smile
on skid rwo's face

I am the last tree standing
after the fires quit

I am the gracess growing
where once was genocide

I am the flowers blooming
Where the once was winter
..
#Qurantine