• There, in the field a flower,
    So beautiful and vulnerable,
    Dancing to where the wind travels,
    Smiling at the sun,
    Not knowing a thing about life.

    3 feet away,
    Leather,
    Laces,
    Aglets,
    Crushing the flower,
    pulverizing to the ground,
    leaving a foot print,
    Of what was once...


    ...life