Popcorn

"Oh, what did you say, child? Why?"

"Yes, why? Why do we live? Why do we exist? Why?" 

"I think it's a lot simpler than you might believe, child. Just look at the flowers."

I’ve heard too many times

The excuses of our nation

That change would be too hard,

Too frightening 

That it would take too long

But why are we arguing

About something so necessary

 They say her eyes are green 

But she likes to say they are hazel

Like the sun setting through the evergreen trees

Her hair like a bright morning

When when sun has just risen

She’s always happy

I know that’s what they think

She wouldn’t hurt a fly 

That, too

Sometimes they don’t think

That it’s hard for me too

That I don’t always want to be the nice