green grass and red leaf and pink blossom
the rain falls gently on you, leaving droplets of water too small
to see. I press my eyes, nose, lips up next to to, trying to hang on,
hang on to the air I breath now, untempered and raw.
Draw me in, you bouquet of leaves and turn me into
eternal pink blossom, gently blooming outward into
balance and simply symmetry, reaching to rain.