Strange friendships

She is swoosh of grass and beam of light
She wonders why we fall in love
She hears singing butterflies
She sees signals that are mixed
She wants to be in love with us
She is swoosh of grass and beam of light

She understands we cannot be
She says that’s why dreams are wild
She dreams of us in wild romance
She tries to bury her feelings
She hopes they would resurrect
She is swoosh of grass and beam of light

Leonell