Beautiful.
Have I ever whispered to you?
when your eyes are closed and you’re asleep,
that to me you are like a garden
with hidden treasures I’d like to keep.
You’ve planted your roots within my hands
and have grown before my eyes.
Blossoming every minute every day,
always with a new surprise.
You drop your words like petals,
quick and softly to the floor
and color my world with different shades
a brightness I can’t ignore.
I water you with my love,
though occasionally you prick my hands.
Always eager to sprout some more,
and venture into different lands.
Flowers change within the seasons,
And I see that you have, too.
Flowers do not get up and move away-
But I know that children do.
