Undone
There’s this story
An urban legend of sorts
About a goddess and her daughter
Her daughter loved nature
The budding roses and falling leaves
Sprouting plants
The goddess in charge of the beautiful weather
One day the daughter was stolen
Prompting the goddess
To plunge into grief
Once beautiful spring
Rotted away
Turned to icy winter
This story is of the seasons
But I see it as a warning
Those you love can disappear
Taking your heart and soul
With them
Be careful of who you love
Don’t overly care
Because it may lead
To your very undoing.
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