Flowers

Pick me up and make me feel like a little kid again

Run with me in your arms until I am no longer breathing the air that I was when my feet left the ground

Put me down and let my feet touch the ground 

But help me to feel like I’m still flying

Transform how I see flowers

Tell me that when you see me you see a flower and you understand how beauty is made from growth

Tell me that the more I grow the more beautiful I become

Use my feet as if they were the pinpoints on a map

Follow them through the flowers and the trees

Pick me up again when you feel that my knees are getting weak

But never put me down