Do You Like The Flowers Like I Do?
Flowers bloom in bright, vibrant waves
Exploding forth from dark, murky caves
Shades of pink within the black
Yet there is something I think they lack
A clear river that twists elegantly through
A yellow sun that reflects all the dew
But most of all, it would be better
If I could share it with you
Do You Remember?
Remember the days we spent together, eating fruit-flavored popsicles underneath the shade of the apple tree?
Or those times when we would climb the roof to look at the stars, dreaming of the day when we would be able to reach them.
All those games of Marco-Polo in the backyard pool, and those countless flips and tricks on the trampoline.
Do you remember our memories together?
I remember.
But I wish I could forget,
just like you.
The Girl That Could Fly
She was a girl that wanted to fly.
So she spread her wings
and took off soaring,
high into the sky
until she could touch the clouds.
The same misty forms
that had once seemed
way beyond her reach.
Her large majestic wings
beat the wind gently,
keeping her on a smooth path.
As she glided through the air
she looked down below her
to see how far she had come
in the long time it had taken her
to achieve this position.
The sun hung overhead,
but closer than before.
It shined upon her,
basking her in its glorious glow.
Warming her skin
and providing its light as guidance,
as she navigated her way through
the vast expanse of blue.
A slight breeze carried her along,
blowing gently in the same direction.
It caressed her skin as it slid over her,
whipping her hair behind her
as it aided her on her way.
For so long, she had wanted
to be up here among the birds.
For so long, she had worked
to achieve this height.
For so long, she had waited
for her dream to come true.
Suddenly, the wind picked up,
blowing in the opposite direction.
The sun had disappeared,
hidden behind dark gloomy clouds.
Rain started pouring down,
accompanied by lightning,
Loud claps of thunder vibrating
her body down to the bone.
She started falling
amidst all the chaos,
steadily losing altitude.
But she kept on flapping her wings,
in pure desperation,
she never stopped.
Until finally, the storm cleared
and she was still alive,
still flying, slowly but steadily
gaining back her height.