Geri

          She ran up the stairs, her breath coming in quick, short puffs. She could hear yelling behind her, and people clambering up the stairs after her.

Do you see me? 
Am I there? 
Or do I just dissapear? 

Am I a background character in your life? 
Or do you think of me often? 

When I'm gone will you remember me? 

There are many 
types of Gardens, 

but two, 
stand out, 
to me. 

A lily grows, 
all on its own, 
in a patch full of other flowers. 

It struggles on, 

The sun is setting, 
but it rises in his eyes. 
Sun goes, but he shines.