Green things, LIVING and growing in front of my eyes- so audacious! Shouldn’t you hide yourselves from me, spare me the sight of time moving on? How am I expected to react to this loveliness all around me? Can’t stop myself from picking your leaves, sniffing the air, and imagining food to share- a future, even.
But that brings too much sadness with it, so I stop – and exist only for this moment.