Everlasting

Bubbles blowing in the wind,

Drifting away like a childhood dream,

As if they may have never been there.

A balloon filled with helium in a child's hand,

Floating away, up to the stars,

As if it may have never been there.

Cherry blossoms gliding to the grass,

Abandoning the tree branches,

As if they may have never been there.

Autumn lea es, in their rusty hues,

Slipping away from the trees,

As if they may have never been there.

The snow can be used for anything in a child's mind,

Melting away in the sun until only mud remains,

As if it may have never been there.

There is nothing that we can depend on to be everlasting.

I will not be everlasting. Neither will you.

Why is it that when something is at its most beautiful,

It slips away at that moment?

When a girl becomes a woman,

She learns that loss is inevitable.

She learsn to cherish the memory of what once was

With no expectations of permanence.