18Tragic is this glass pane moment,
For a break makes the earth shutter
Speckled glass laid bare,
To cataclysmic blunder
Yet it still held the rainbow inside,
But what is so special I wonder?
Of such a petty occurrence from the laws of nature,
Compared to candy clouds and hills of chocolate
Change to post-its and a storage closet,
Or to see butterflies' metamorphosis
So the breeze can have ribbons of colored wings.
What is my life without post-its?,
To slow down and see the crickets dancing
Hop, hop their hops just don't stop,
And the sun greeted them, "How do you do?"
Hop, hop the clock had just stop,
Which leaves more time for dancing
Check yourself again,
For the glass is still broken
And broken glass should be fixed,
But inside this fragment of speckled glass
I saw a life without post-its,
And I remembered it.