Upon my shoulder rests a bee
A creature feared attentively
They are a cautious group to buzz
In gardened fields of dandelion fuzz

If I had to go and if I had a choice –
I would die as a leaf
most vibrant at the end.

We will love. And we will know pain.
Shall we ever find a quiet hope for justification?
Or will we find only what we have the resolve to search out?
Force matters as much as one’s bearings,
propelling life only with vindication of self.
Definitions, be they rational or lacking,
will not only define our world but also our worth.
For there, in potential, lies all.

My care lies in not the rest
I choose to view from safety
Hidden among the colors of my clothes
I blend into the unseen health
I am in no danger of being found
Unless I allow a sound
To escape and float away from me
Ringing in the ears of children
Curiosity teaches one to follow sense
Ignored are parents’ warnings
As the follow pitch
What will they find?