the world is growing inside me
a flower is blooming on a beautiful day
in a few months the sky will become grey
causing my flower to wither away
i ask myself
why can’t it stay
i hope that one day
i can pick my flower
place it in a vase  
water it
and let it grow
i hope that one day
for me
another flower will blossom my way

i forced the seasons to change
i made my flower wither away.

i am the Storm.
i am the Sun.