Finding A Place To Get Lost

The stomping rain
demanding the rivers to rise
and then bow to the clouds
the royal blue now gone
gray has seized the throne


the root of an
 unrelenting rose
unfazed by heaven's threats
to wipe its memory clean

a brave leaf
too grown up
to be carried
 on summer's hip
leaves its home
to become a conductor
after witnessing
the wind's reorchestration
 of life's symphony

A sad girl
could become happily lost
among such bittersweet beauty
and find a place
 to lose her tears