To the air We both breathed in For now this ain’t fair
As I lay All of these things In a white casket On a fine funny day With my hand holding a basket Of flowers that bloom only on May
I found this flower This one, so puny I took it for its beauty Taught me about the power Of something not to be Taken only for granted And dump if not wanted
And now As I silently wave And say goodbye To the one To the first To the day*
I wish you All the happiness To fight that sadness Blending in your hue _ 4814 11:34PM