The Moon Listens...

Flower

A cold dewy morning, with each breath a baby cloud is born and her life dissipates before I can name her.

A good day could melt into a tsunami of anxiety in an instant,
No rhyme or reason for it.

I saw a lonely flower today.
It was a young pretty little flower.
Her dew drops pooled into little families down her soft petals and her stem had grown limp.

I pondered whether to pluck her from the ground and keep her for myself.
A feeling so familiar, and ache so inhumane.
If I claim her, who knows how long she'll stay.
A caress from the sun, so gentle, and a kiss from the rain, so sweet.

I can't take care of you forever little flower, but when you Bloom don't make me just a memory...
Like my daughter, Cloud.