Pusposely stepping on stones,
So the grass feels even softer.
The fauna frolic aloft the loam
As the flora mimics the water.

Like your wind sweeps dawn with fright,
Our petals sway through our roots.
My arms exhaust the reach for light
When we grow to synthesize truths.

Your dormant blossom ascends the hedge
While my furtive flowers seek love.
The sly fingers crawl over the edge
Far away from who they dream of.