on a bank holiday

written last weekend at the lake.
it was rainy and cold...

Flowers & stones
neighbours but they don't know
rain will cover them

Leaves like people
babies grown adults
they don't remember

Butterflies live fast
wind knows, maybe
colours are collected

Dust gets you blind
mud sticks to your shoes
sand, we love to lie on

Green can be the grass
greedy can be the mass
money makes us grey