Red, orange, brown, and yellow

Those are the words that fall onto the pages of my mind 

Curling up among the lines and forever etched into them

Melting into a sea of letters

With waves calm and sloshing in a distant breeze

Some get swept up and blown far into the horizon 

Where they are forgotten until the next sun rise

Then, they block out the light and travel in the blanketed sky 

Each containing a dream; 

Some brightly smiile while others are belittled by time 

The first frozen stars fall and create a white sheet of paper

That sparkles with possiblility of a new dream,

A new start,

A new dream, 

A new word to call its own

It blooms into something that could be stronger,

more resilient than the last

But it will change,

evolve, 

travel to a different galaxy in my universe both within and out of my mortal shell 

It may remove its legs and cease to walk 

It mat buckle and crumble under pressure

But it will be for the better since in order to be strong, there was a point of weakness.