Quietly she waits

Quietly She sat Waiting Waiting for the day to come reach her The day with its bright morning The day with the refreshing smell of new rain Or maybe the day with the invigorating scent of the sun’s rays falling upon new blooms She sat Smiling Her legs crossed on the floor Holding a cup of coffee to her lips Gazing out of the long, wide wall made entirely of glass Her father had built this house Having the wall to her living room be made entirely out of glass Because how would she go outside to greet the day if she had a fiery cold She would have to stay inside Gazing out of the window in her bedroom That wouldn’t allow her to see it all though So he built the wall Clear blue glass Beautiful She lived Close to a river Close to a meadow of radiant flowers Her house protected by the intricate branch tangling of trees Waiting She sat For the sun to rise up and into the sky Its rays to cause her little river to sparkle and glitter To saturate the hues of every petal of every flower in her cozy little meadow To show all the poetry written upon the trunks of her trees Her father loved poetry He wrote on every tree one of his favorites verses by Shakespeare So when he left she made sure to continue on And wrote Her favorite versus From whoevers book she was currently reading The flowers in the meadow he had planted alongside her when she was but a toddler She takes care of them with great love to this day The river had always been there yet he would make sure to light a little army of lanterns at night so that if she ever got lost, she could follow them and find her way back home She paints them anew if their color fades away But she could never find the matches he used to light them; she searched in every store yet never came back with them in her grasp So she didn’t light them anymore though she was thinking of catching fireflies maybe… She waited For the day to come So that she could meet every memory And see her father one more time