Goldenrose

Now is a tree,

a place that is made of history.

Feel with your fingers

for lines etched in the bark,

the future is there

I dream to drink the sky,

it would taste so sweet,

a sea of blue and stars

and everything in between. 

If we are all

just droplets,

A wall of reflections

I see you, 

as you berate yourself,

day in

and day out, 

about your imperfections.

There is a world,

it’s time to remember it.

We aren’t the only ones 

inhabiting this planet. 

As we frack

the world cracks,