tick, tick, tick, tock..
tick, tick, tock.
tick, tock.
TOCK!

why is it that life is so hard.
as hard as a rock.
and when it cracks, a small crack can shatter the beauty within.
they say that beauty is within the eye of the beholder.
but who is the beholder in this factor?

She...

molded.butterflies with eagles' wings
but they seemed clumsy and bewildered...
so she shaped them into something more manageable.
it was perfection.

but I saw...



She...

carved flowers with sycamore.stems.
but they outgrew the size of her garden...
so she pruned the bases away.
and it was perfection.

but I saw...



She...

sang a song of a thousand emotions.
but the world began to weep...
so she only sang of serenity.
and it was perfection.

but I saw...



I saw butterflies soar.like.eagles...
perching on branches
of roses and daisies
that towered.over even the highest mountains.

I heard a song that moved the oceans...
and a world that cried.rivers
bringing life to the limitless possibilities
that she could hope to create.

it was amazing.
it was beauty.
it was perfect.


I just wish...

she could see it...

the way I had.