Kicking leaves in umber hues
Steady on my path back to you
Humble I tell you the truth
Rock on me
We are hard to find
Settle on me
I blossomed i smelled of
Begonias
There was something new
Inside
Tangible water on leaves left to dry
We trickled
Tickeled from the insides
Capture she who tries to hide
Set free she who goes