Did you see the shooting star tonight?

Lost in your eyes

The feeling of having a crush
A bed of spongy grass so lush
Rolling like a porcupine
Dancing like a little dime

Stars shine, moon rise
Bathed in the warm afterglow
One wonders if wishes do indeed come true

A song
A hum
A chirp
Autumn leaves and wilted flowers
Dirty snow and dented footprints
One wonders if the ombré sky is lonely

A lollipop who's made friends with ants
An earthworm who dug too deep

The butterflies strip out of their flowy dresses
Flit across the bouncy surfaces of lakes
Higher, higher, higher still they go
Like a javelin they are propelled above

And like a parabola
Lower, lower, lower still they go
Like a paper that got its first ink

Lower,
Lower.

Winter has passed.
Green grass peek out from beneath the cold shore of life
Flowers stretch uncertainly, silently donning on colorful hats and shoes
Butterflies stop dancing and resume the hunt

Lower,
Lower

Lower still.

For it is now time to let go, and embrace a new beginning.

Green grass overcrowd the lawn once again.
The once small world is now expanded
Just like how it sprung back after the parabola stopped coming back
It expanded, retracted, and expanded once again

A new beginning after a new beginning is cruel.

It only seems more possible now that what's come has gone.
Letting go isn't so easy is it
But one will manage it
Fallen hard,
One will manage it.

Thank you for coming to mow the overgrown lawn, sunshine.
Thank you for drying the weeds to crisp feathers so light they lose existence.
Thank you for clearing a path for the tiny men to run through for their marathons.
But now it's time for the next season
Since the sunshine has gone to live with the dazzling stars

Keeping the sunshine and warmth within,
One will put on fur coats and stockings and prepare for the next change
One will not revert back to the uncertain flower or shy tuft of grass
One will ride that shooting star and live on the moon.

One will shine bright.
So bright.