To The Air
4 roses in her hand.
4 roses that cannot stand.
1 rose falls to the air.
The single rose, alone cannot fare.
Last night, Syd had slept in my bed with me. It was too small but so was she. She was determined to make us fit. So we did. And I had a peaceful sleep for once. Today I took her to the tall and steep hill my mother had always took me to when one of us needed to think, or to just enjoy the view of the town.
After the hike up the hill, we sat side by side and just enjoyed the silence. She had the rose in her hand because she had wanted to carry it so I had allowed her. I was also going to let her release the rose into the air since it was such a windy day. She stared up at me once again, and silently asked permission to release the rose. After a pause, I shook my head yes and she nodded in reply. We both stood and she held the rose high above her head. She waited until a strong gust of wind came when she finally released the rose from her hold.
The wind picked it up quickly, and began carrying it across the field. We watched as it made its journey on it's own. We didn't see where it landed because the wind had carried it into the woods that surrounded the field. The rose was now on it's own. It must survive alone when the world is striving to destroy it. And destroy it will.