I'm not sure if this will be right
sometimes I get the idea for a poem
and half write it in my head and
it sounds great there
but when I am here
well
but I'll try
The flower I picked and placed
on a dead leaf
it's sounds unromantic
but it was epic
the deep red hues
against the light pale yellow green
I wanted to draw it and thought I will wait for tomorrow
but then realized the flower wouldn't be the same tomorrow
it would wilt
that's the different between nature
and the digital age
on the phone, it's always there
just as bright as it ever was,
but in real life
there's something to capture--
something to not take
for granted.