This wonderful poem is written by my favorite poet and wonderful bestie, perfectperseverance
"I am the smell of fresh rain on a spring rain, grass wet with dew.
I am the aroma of eggs sizzling, eleven o’clock AM on a Saturday morning.
I am Ranpunzel locked up in a tower, only difference is
I am too scared to open the windows for my prince
To climb up her hair.
I rise with the sun but
Unlike the sun,
I cannot bring light
To whatever greenery that is left
In the world.
I greet my guests, the clouds.
They visit me and in my times of sorrow
They shade me.
But like all guests, they arrive and are
Gone the next day.
Also unlike the sun,
I do not bring light to people.
But I try
And try
And keep trying.
Also unlike the sun,
I do not bring light to
The rose in a field of dried grass.
And no, I am certainly not
The rose in a field of dried grass.
To be honest,
Looking at myself,
I find nothing
Other than the need to improve.
For what good is goodness, if it is not complete?"
