The rose grows
The wind blows
The rain falls
Birds give their calls
The river flows
Spring shows
The rose wilts
The rose tilts
Spring ends
With it winter sends,
All the snow
Nothing more can grow
The rose dies
The birds give their cries
~7/3/21

Floating on a still river
I begin to break and shiver
For I am all withered and broken
And for being alive, I appreciate this token
I remember my green past
Yet it faded by quite fast
Is this how long I will actually last?
I had let go of my branch
Now I’m drowning in this watery avalanche
Nothing to hold onto any more
I break the closer I am to shore
~11/3/21