Sequences

Mother, brother, sister, father
You are the breath in my lungs
Running, breathing, crying, living
Thinking back to when I was young

Mountains, trees, patterns, and blue skies
You seem to be so very alive
Swamps, seas, puddles, and rivers
Make the dividing line very wide

Singing, speaking, sobbing, and loving
I will be here to stay
Laughing, screaming, mourning, just being
Take my words and send them away

Alyssa, age 17