It was a sunny morning
September 30th, 2021
We were playing with the flowers
High up in a tree
Branches that fit our height just right
The clouds that felt like candy
When the rain comes it will turn to dust
When the tree grows over the years it will fall out of place
Out of reach
Or too much in reach, there was no way up
So far down
We could never reach the top again
Every day the cloud would give us a piece of its candy
For months it was delicious
But one day it started tasting like shriveled up leaves
We were high up on a hill
Slowly rolling down
When you reach the bottom you climb back to the top
Until you give up
A date last marked
'January 4th, 2022'
When fears fall down like rose petals
You'll learn to find new roses
That'll eventually die and fall apart
In the moment, you'll find joy to your rose
Until it hails
Until ice creeps between its petals
Until it can't stand your umbrella
Can't stand your flower pot
Can't stand your hose
Can't stand how it could bring you joy
Can't stand you so much it falls apart
Daisies on the grassy hill
Rivers that sneak behind trees
When the branches fall
It would drift away with the tide
And maybe you will too
