A flower sad
For not being the first
To be touched by a butterfly.
A branch
calling itself second
to be a wandering bird’s perch.
A raindrop lamenting
Not being the first
To kiss the earth.
Spring
of a year
mourning not being winter.
A cloud sorry
For not being the first
To be moved by the wind.
The indigo of a rainbow sad
About not being
The violet.
N.
