Imagined, Undying Flower

As easily given, 
as easily taken away: 
but why could it not 
also be painted 
a different way?
 
Did it not help you?
Did it change something?
Did it really return to just
the same as it was before?

Unexpected abundance, even 
if not a windfall. A torrent 
at midnight, or a heavy snowfall.

The world looks pristine
before we start again

to make tracks in it.