Raspberry skies floating above each day
Shining golden in the sun
But could take an ominous turn
Just like a person
more importantly a son.
Damsels strutting through the corridors
Back and forth they walk,
Waiting for the fate of their marriage
Just as their real love begins to court
They are walking down the aisle,
With their male escort.
Little sprouts of green seeping up from the ground
Saying, “Hello” to the earth and sky
Needing the rain and the sun
Having so many possibilities,
To wilt and to die,
Or to perk right up to the sky.
