The Summer Bug

I followed the bug gaping into the garden

As beautiful, as plump as a maiden

The grass was firmer, wetter, greener

Reminding me that it was all meant to happen a little sooner

The storms that hit your nerves were brawny enough

The nights that you prayed were not so rough

Clinching to your past, lagging away your present

Will lead no nothing, but yet another accident

Though the sobs that you suffered, the fears you still possess, have carved you into a stone

But there’s still a beautiful dress, that is yet to be worn

As the birds chirped and reminded me of chime

I felt I could seize the moment, pearl the beads, as the moment, was always mine!