catching your hands as they fall
rose petals glimmering in your eyes
as we bike towards the sunset
rushing forward
into the future
not backing it
building it
sunlight flickering in our path
oblique
creations we’re molding
still
and sitting in silence
spilling beans as they morph into butterflies
fluttering into the sky
a sort of freedom that disperses
when touching a puddle
a sort of freshness that lingers
when we taste hope
a sort of feeling that arises
when we close our eyes and
simply wish
breathing in the scopes of earth
airing the truth and seeking goodness
nature at its finest
as we run towards the sunrise
rushing forward
into the future
beginning it
