A tree
rushes past
a bush
a flower
I focus on the blurred lines
outside my window
The flower waves
"goodbye! We'll miss you!"
As I raise my hand
to wave back
it passes.
And I realize
with some sadness
that I
humble human
am the only one moving.
Me and my window,
cold
and foggy to the touch.
"goodbye"
I whisper to a long-gone flower
"goodbye"