Oh my God
It's happening.
Just like they said it would.
I have passion and
I swear
I could grow
a peach
with only my hands
and toss it into
the purple sky
and watch the
stars fall
and the
trees
blossom
into color and
pictures to paint

a deer that lingers by the water

and runs
in a moment
with a peach in the air.

My God.
How leaves
can fall
and never
make a
sound,
a peach can
fall and
only give me
something to
smile about,
(all while a deer runs)
a purple bruise to kiss.
Oh God,
I hope this lasts.