18 observer

I whisk into the forests once more

a floating creature letting its wings

slice the winds of serenity

landing over a branch of time

to watch a petal float through the trees

With more delicacy than me

beauty as my only recognition

purity follows as hers

each day passes all the same

for everyone but them

the ones who are learning

with each hour that ticks by

that perhaps their lives

may be worth it

to live.