The date is June 5th, the petals on the flowers have never looked so pink, so bright, and the sky is glowing blue. Sweet cotton clouds float, creating a perfect summer day.

Come summers end, these petals will fall, and they will never grow again. They will never be as pink as they were that June day. The clouds in the sky will fall into rain, trickle into the ocean, they will never be placed in the sky the same.

I beg for lost time, try to save every moment in my mind because, I will never be sixteen again. I will never smell those flowers again, the glow in my eyes may never be as bright.

But, June 5th will come again, new flowers will grow and blossom in place of the old. They will be so beautiful I might forget about the others. I might find peace. Starting over never felt so good.