Dear my rose hearted potato,
Have you ever seen a mind twirling tornado?
Deep in the shadows,
Never quite shallow.
Smaller and smaller they go,
When the light of your rose brightens up the meadow.
The beautiful sparkling stars stay,
Waiting for the night to come out of hiding from the day.
Invisible stars dance across the night sky,
Looking down at my world still dry.
They watch us from above,
Sending the most beautiful doves.
Looking at you we see the most beautiful of them all,
The one who is more beautiful then nature's seasonal fall.
Dear my blooming flower,
Is it bad to talk this hour?
Is my mind clouded like snow like flour?
Or is it because you're on an adventure?
Where you could see treasures like a metal detector?
Somewhere interesting you may be,
Where you travel around like a busy bee.
I miss you for so many moons,
Which leads to my horrible moods.
Yet I smile when I look at the sky,
Cause I imagine you, smol fry.
