lie down gently, softly
beneath a whimpering tree
and let sweet blossom tears
rain down on you
before it’s too late

you are beauty
in a nut shell
finally breaking free
of what it means
to be beautiful

this is the way
the world works:
by threading my arm
through yours
in a floral weave
of madness and grace
and then ripping apart
the light,
sending in the dark,
only to yell surprise!
the light’s been here
this whole time