It was as any spring day,
In 2018,
In the two years since then,
I've written whole world's,
I've sung wishes to dreams,
It's been two years since then,
As I was only 13,

As I wandered the green,
Listening to the bumbling,
To the buzzing of bees,

Looking for someone,
As I crossed the damp ground,
Looking for someone,
Who might notice my frown,

I had noticed the calling,
The croaking of crows,

Dragonflies, as they zipped by,
As butterflies danced in the oaks,
As boughs shook with the force,
Of the winds, blowing cold,

As I spun to the south,
Pointing out at the Sun,
As I sang to myself,
And frightfully, I wished,
That I could be someone else,

When I realized my words,
Could not yet fly without me,
That I mustn't abandon them,
Way up on...