Said blue to the flower, “If I were you,
I’d scatter my petals across the nation–giving
everyone a piece of me.”
The flower looked on, bent its stem,
and scolded blue. “But, you are not
me. You are in the sky, of the ocean,
and the feeling of broken hearts.
I am what people pick when
they want to see a smile on
their loved ones’ faces. I am
fresh pine in the midnight hour,
A statement for a dying soul. I am
lilac & jasmine, clover & rose–the
depth of beauty on a toddler’s fingertips.”
blue listened, eager to understand–yearning
to know just why the flower was so special.
“I am God’s explanation for tears
buried in the sand. You could never be
me, not even if you tried endlessly.”
And with that, blue sat alone with its thoughts.
Its heart beat faster and its eyes grew tired.
The sun tilted its head, leaned over blue’s face,
and lit up its life.
“Maybe I can be the sun,” blue thought.
