How Do I Miss You
I miss you like how a flower would miss the sun
How it envies the sky even after the day has gone.
How it prays the night to end till the dawn would break
It will stand waiting and not care how long it would take.
I miss you like a tree would cry for rain.
How it wishes for a dropp to run on its veins.
How it joys when the wind blows and clouds might just come
It braces itself and as it sings, its leaves begins to hum.