Dec Toes

It was like living a summer twinkle,
Like before with all its subtle details.
Forgetting the leaves that dwindle,
Recounting those little petals
And the gleam in those crystals.
Whose are they to belong?

The skies open to freedom,
Like it always does after the storm.
Then potatoes grow fat with wisdom,
Only to evolve into their ultimate form,
Lest the cherished becomes a norm.
Ow would it always be that way?

However different will become of us,
There still exists the road for a chance
And a little pond if a frog must.
The soothing wind sweeps by, taking glance,
The green grass and butterfly wings dance.
Then how would the teddy bear help?

So comes the end of a year,
With winter already elsewhere.
We will try our best to not shed a tear
‘Cause we still got the blue sky and potatoes here.
So I ask of you my dear dear reader,

Won’t you wait for us this December,
When we’re all back together?

:D