A little poem, I made flowers. I hope you like it.

From the soil underneath my feet to the air that I breathe.

Looking at the sky and see a purple-dark sky.

Smelling the air and nature aroumd me

And I wonder where you will be?

Will you be a flower?

A rain drop?

A tree?

Or so much more?

I feel you around but I don't see your face.

You whisper in my ear "Im here in your heart and beneath your skin."

The wind is blowing and it feels like a hug.

Reaching out to touch you, but all I feel is leaves.

But I know that you are still here and the wind tells me that.

You keep me from looking back.