Growth
 
We watched it prevail

for so long,

that now as it fails, 

the blue is all gone.


Scattered into space.

A mirror slicing through;

thrown into this race.

All I see is you


Reflected in the sky.

My dear we are planted,

but eventually we fly.

We will take it for granted.


In my arms you will last,

and we will learn from the past.