Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck

If you land in it
Watch endless sunsets with me
And never leave me

Flock of young birds on a summer day
Waiting for the wind to start the day
The wind will teach them to fly across the seas of the earth
Both hearts burn with passion, like how the sun brings heat to the desert

Spring came and the birds flock on a huge rock near a sprawling field of lavender
The wind noticed they're gaining feathers and how they maneuver
Some soar high, some aim low
Some ***** fast, some fly slow
But the wind taught them best and its patience put into a test

In the winter, the birds recognized the differences of the wind
North wind blows warmly like how the sunshine spreads hope to every morning
You will laugh like a mad man when South wind blows, she will keep you entertained while flying
East wind will blow its hardest and challenge your strength of flight, he will not go easy on you
West wind is calm like a mother comforting a child, she will shelter you
These wind aren't perfect, because in flying, one must learn to glide with its calmness but also endure its turbulence

When the leaves fell, the birds flock on a mountain
They are now to recieve a pebble that symbolizes the end of a new beginning
They celebrate an end of a season and a beginning to fly further a new horizon
They bow to the wind for teaching them fly
They sing the sweetest song of gratitude
and the wind humbly replied
"The wind can't let alone make the birds fly
It has to spread its wings because it's a bird's flight"