Constant Rate




Proud tall tree
With a crown made out of vibrate fresh leaves
And that’s what you like about me


But currently I’ve been freezing and dying
Resprouting into a delicate flower
With a need for love


Relearning the cycles of life
Not letting you know of my fragility


“Call me please”
I state


“But you don’t have to”


While my pedals fall at a constant rate