Writing

savor companionship,
for if it gets lost in a foreign sea,
the world turns gray, 
dark and bleak.

savor companionship,
for if it gets frozen in time,
the world might catch on fire,
and the pain won’t subside.

Death is a purple cake,

It’s icing as smooth as a freshly painted wall,

Lucious as dreams 

It’s taste as skyscrapers are tall

Death is a dog,

Fur like a cloud,

She saw the summer’s hopeful light,

she once dreamed of careers take flight,

but that hope was gone and was dead,

she knew that she had lost the fight.

She fell through an abyss of dread,

I am the Knowing Tree. I see all. I know all. 

I see the humans.

I was once a human. 
Now I am not.

It’s probably a good thing, though.

Humans are complex. 
Emotions rambling and jumping around.

When I was younger

The best part of the

Whole.Entire.Year

Was summertime

My siblings and I

Would wake up early

When the dew on the grass was fresh

And the

Birds were singing 

In January,

when the thrill of the holidays has not yet faded

and the snow still enchants with its glittering smile,

she flops into snowbanks and skids on her knees on the ice

of her backyard pond,