Blue Berries Blue

and worried for words no books. asking but neither too ask for fear if we ask. our parents unspeaking the devil is words believe what it is/is it said, when you are old then only and then perhaps not from I nor she will you know. too know of the beauty of trees and their meanings they hold. why are some flowers red while others run off to play in pink blue berries blue always and forever before and after is it true? bare are fields laying fallow is Lily in bloom like a Rose must the thorn always stab the heart like the knife must it know. or from the plow fresh turned earth smell of life it's breath again fresh. telling us nothing is worse than that. keeping us locked in the dark. And by the time we have figured it out. will cotton seem as then once; as it was so white too me, will the tree she once wished to climb run out and look down too the sea. mom one of my friends is 'gay' and 'dad' do you know what an ego is I have never seen you read one book in my life why would you want them pulled from the shelf of life made of wood at the school where I live where you both never come.