Weathered green ribbons linger on abandoned posts,
as love sits silently above journeys acting as ladders.
Once at the top most act with boast.
Yet some linger quietly, then over time, boastful citizens lose that love, growing sadder.
Warm sunlight acts as a lantern occupied with a lit candle.
Like a pillar drizzled with hot melted wax.
Too hot for most to handle.
The resilient ones hold the candle, slowly healing burned palms and watching sprouting Sunflowers with lilacs.
Pebbles sit silently on a riverbed, smoothing as water spills over them.
The hen stays with the rooster, listening to his morning call.
Almost like hot cocoa melting down marshmallows like a wilting stem.
The good and bad, yet I will always take all.
