Passer 1

They say I hate you,
But I never really did.
All I do is suffocate my sadness into nothing at all - like you taught me;
Because I don't know what else to do.
I see grief everywhere around me;
In 7 pm,
In cans of Appalachia,

In the summer's hues, tulips unfurl,

like a rainbow toestry, petals whirl.

Amidst the wildlife in peaceful repose,

Nature's symphony in gentle prose. 

The mourning doves melodies ring 

In the garden of knowledge, where the sun sets low,

Weary petals droop as gentle breezes blow.

The fountain of learning, its waters run dry,

A quiet hum of tiredness, a soft sigh.