On a forest path with the rocks sliding off the edge
Green vines tangle with the tree branches
Tiny red petals folding over each other with a yellow stem like a birthday candle
Green leaves shaped like two hearts curling off the stem
A perfume surrounds them
A heavy pink fog
Our twin hearts and ambitions tangle together
Until they are a knot of yarn
That can’t be fixed until someone cuts the thread
My sister plucks a red bud and pops it in her mouth
Dad said it was poison
She said it tasted like watermelon
Ann Richards School
7th