that beautiful bone

A beautiful curve of the smooth bone

Tears would run up that hill

roll right down if they were smart

Don’t cry, don’t rain

Happiness should be the only thing to touch

the graceful arch maybe

rain is sad too,

do you think?

It’s beautiful at the right time

rolling down that hill

mixed with a tear that should only

fall in a bucket and be reused later

don’t waste that stamina

of running up that hill because one day,

they will just take the easy way—

falling off the cliff