Storm passed, hail pelted

Sharp pierce, deeply felt it

Petals shred, right on sight

Nothing left, no winning fight

And so, the petals wilted a little further

Unbeknownst to the common observer

Water dried out too soon

Emptiness beneath this new moon

Go on, butterfly, cry

You'll pick yourself in the meantime

Pain etched over your eyes at the sight of a new day

Take it and learn from it to keep the future grey away

Patterns manifest in retrospect

Tides change right in front of me, time to act

Spent all those months perfecting my solo scenes

Repetition turned me into a rundown machine

The universe will find some way to catch you when you fall

Even when the only thing you can muster is to crawl

Though someone may be gone with their burning sun

Past, present, and future mend and become one

The claw marks still scar my ceiling

From when I tried not to drown in my room of feeling

She pulled out the parchment to tell her tale

The artisans flew away, the story was stale

The empire said kill the birds

Because they already laid out your words

She found the necklace of time

All she had to do was climb

It showed itself when winds finally chimed

In and among emerald skies

How many souls were saved by the pen?

We'll never know because we can't go back to them

I pour candles of pinks, yellows, and greens

Here they light up this vibrant quiet scene

Nostalgia on a warm gray spring day

Melodic echoes through the wind chime bay