Wild berries stay in the wild,
Dew drops of the leaves from tress high up.
I stare at the sky in awe, wondering how things could ever go wrong.
As I lay down in this grassy plane, I pondered, why can’t they stay?
Why do birds have to go away when winter is heading this way?
Why do butterflies fade away after just two weeks in this earth?
Why do flowers wither after it bloom beautifully when the sun rises?
Why does love wilt when it is not tendered with care and compassion?
Why do people die with a broken heart but pretend to be alright when the other walks out?
Is it always a bittersweet goodbye?