Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.

Spring is going to back
Silently dropping  the purple petals  
Bored noon,  
The melancholy flute's of Shepherd
Seeking the missing spring

Roll up,
Roll around the idle noon
Random impulsive air
Bunch of dark clouds at the sky
Pensive
Seem illusion of that known
Pied crested Cuckoo

Beyond the horizon,  
The eyes looking for
Sounds (Tip Tip) of the sudden drops of rain,
On the leaves of Quail,
Washing
Differentiation of mind

On the leaves of Arum,
Ever Keeps as the containers
Integrating
Concentrating 
Compiling of soul 

Weird one wrapped in mystery
Mind
Life
Seasons

Coming up the lyrics of rain
Fusion with thy mystic music
Afternoon has grown heavier  
How my mind moves!

Chased away birds returning home
The heart is rapidly expanded
Rain continues to move around
Nature demands a new ground

Looping, hearing of the same song
Shadows filling with the feelings
Perhaps this change of thy
Bound to sketch
A new face of impression

Well, they got some of it right.  Her grandmother did live in the woods and the girl's name was Robyn.  But, she never owned a red hoodie.  As a matter of fact, on that particular day, she was wearing a white dress with a floral print.  Upon being frightened by a wolf, she reflexxedly pulled out her Bowie knife and gutted the poor thing like a fish.  Then, she slit its throat to drain out its blood, grabbed the creature by its hind legs, and dragged it to her grandmother's log cabin.  Upon arrival, Robyn announced herself.  "Grandma, ya home?  I picked up some dinner on my way here.  Are you hungry?"  Inquired the young miss.  "I could eat a horse"  replied her grandmother Tess.  "Great" her granddaughter shot back, "I'll start a fire."  "I'll bake some bread" replied Tess.  And the two of them ate wolf for a week while telling each other stories and laughing and laughing and just enjoying themselves having a good time.  The End.