L ike god no one has ever seen your face
O nly felt that you must exist within
V icious but soft you know no time or space
E nd and beginning in this sphere akin
who kills a sprout?
barely blooming
and we’ve already starting consuming
its beauty
sucking its nectar dry
before asking if we could even try
couldn’t resist your vibrations
grabbing us by the hand
guiding us through higher realms
wake up young buds
wild and vivid yet so delicate
victims of our hungry environment
you gave all you had to give
and all we took without asking
may you continue to bloom
in everlasting peace
