Running out of space to put my mind.

Please don’t let the time between days scare you.

We really don’t know where we go when we die,

But now is not the time, to discuss the size of the

Newspaper or the amount of money we spend.

Paperclips get in between our months, like water

Running out the faucet. Other than berries the

Color of blue, clouds rain hard down on us.

Licking envelopes to stop time should help

Heal the wounds of our mothers. Wasting the

Plastic bottles will make our bird’s nest die.

Say goodbye to the dandelions as for Winter is here.

The Trees will shed its summer bark and the

River stream will move a little slower.

With ice forming on the foreheads of the river

rocks, fish can’t make it downstream like

they used to. And the river will lose its flow.