Constant Rate

Constant+Rate

Anonymous

 

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

 

Adding
“But you don’t have to”

 

While my pedals fall at a constant rate