The freckles covered her face
Her smile drew lines darker than mine
She sat beside me , giggling and talking about a time
When she was still blooming just as I am right now
When she wanted to climb and dive
And when she played and laughed with people that now aren't but a distant memory
Some of them died some are too busy thinking about what food they should make for tonight
She described youth like a dime that will loose its value and disappear once time fly.
She then looked at me and said, that I'm not blooming the right way
That my petals are opening up too quick,  
And that I'm too focused making them pretty and pink
She fears they'll fall before spring
because to her beauty is strength, and it's root is time
Now I'm confused and afraid
Afraid that time will win the race
That I wouldn't have stories to tell
That I'll lose what I have now all because of fear and doubt
And the absurdity of the youth's mind