WHEN ONE THING FALLS...

Somewhere
there's

a broken

blossom

on the ground

No one knows 

how it 

got there

No one

ever will

But because

it fell

the world

fell apart

and with it

went a child

The young one

became a castaway

Even now 

all these years 

later

the child

is still trying

to find

its way

back home

When it does

it will be

carrying

the broken blossom

in it's ripened

blooming heart