Like the tree we blossomed into something magnificent.
Not that I was worried.
Our time on this planet is so hurried.
But it's more beautiful because it's temporarily lent.
Some people don't do much.
Some things others do aren't worth remembering.
However, to me, this experience has been like kindling.
Even though it's something I can't touch.
Despite how much time may flee.
Never minding what the future may hold.
I hope this isn't too bold.
You are still Magnolias to me.
