More Blossoms

Who would ever expect glory
Of this much yellow magnitude
On a romani broccoli?
I look in humble servitude

Abundance

White magnolia, prunes, cherries
A wealth of blossoms around us
Their previous years' memories
Make this April more glorious

Dear Holland, The Sea Rises

Your outlook has grown penible
How do you wish to continue?
Your story isn't credible,
If taxes should solve the issue

This is about rolling up sleeves
And, bonus, the air is dirty
Money is good enough for thieves
Real life sandbags we must carry

Handing over natural tasks
To governments, only corrupts
You couch potatoes sip your flasks,
While the sea around you erupts

Money isn't gonna save you
Why not stop the state robbing you