When you get it
...cherish it
When you have it
...keep it
Because the grass is always greener
...til you love it with everything you have
And if your love is too stormy
...then it's not the right time
Which is when you stop searching
...and you're approaching greener sides

My cube is made of glass
Just above the ground
A wooden ladder 3ft beside
Wild horses band nearby
A bed of flowers represent children
...which I already have
A storm is coming
I am not afraid