When a Bee Stings

...I remember the days
when I 
used to climb trees and 
looked at the sun
while wondering about 
butterflies and their yesterdays
I remember a time 
when the wind 
taught me to fly
a kite and 
how important it is
to keep my feet
on the ground
The earth used to smell nice
I remember the first night
that the moon told me 
tales about shadows and 
the hooting owl
and I 
remember one setting sun
when I walked away
from everything that 
I 
remember...

Mek
Mar09

Author's Note

walking away doesn't always get you somewhere...

Reviews

[Jamie Cook]

Ooooh :o that was nice, I loved but then reading your Author's Note.....OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! MIND BLOWN! I GET IT WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO DO! Sorry...I'm slow right now in the head but I get it!!! :D Mhmm, that's good ^-^ I loved this it was great, the detail was beautiful!

[Mek & the Infinite Madness]

thanks man.

[Jamie Cook]

i'm a girl ^-^

[Mek & the Infinite Madness]

ooops!! my bad...

[Jamie Cook]

lol that's okay ^-^ i get that :P