Passion

Moss on a log inside-out
While driving a car
Or while on the sidewalk
Can you see the girl 
In the car watching 
The man looking at
The moss on a log?

It is moist and lush
The bark is tough
The tree is dead
The season turns
It gets real cold
Falling water freezes
Crystals hang on branches

Did you go out naked
To see the stars above?
I saw your breath
Hanging white like steam
In the winter air
Your toes crunched
On the frosty grass

You were young and curious
For that is what youth is
A world of possibilities
Waiting to be tested
And I felt sorry for you
Because you were beautiful
And fleeting like charm

So I sat on the sideline
I watched all the people
Of the world repeat this
I lived a thousand lives
To realize one is enough
And I wanted to tell you then
What it means to be alive

Aurora