Green grass
Fountains covered in floral patterns
Carved by a man close to the ground
While famously becoming engrossed in the passage
Of time
My family remembers me
I am not in the box but high above
Looking for a way out
Held down by these relentless clouds
The couple embrace
Shadows deep within what I have become
Twist down and hold me here
Although I dream of the stars
Leaves change
Storm clouds are a miracle
Foundation of a friendship revealed
Time to go home.
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