You Already Know C; Poem by Jordan Myrie

One day there was a trumpet player, playing in the fields of grass.
Out in his own little space, playing what his heart feels.
But then he saw one lonely flower, standing so tall.
Looking so beautiful.
The boy was astonished at how beautiful the flower was.
Never in his life had he though one could become so pretty.
He just kept constantly glancing at the flower for the rest of the day.
Then said his goodbyes.
Then, seven days from that wonderful day, he went to the same field and noticed the flower was gone...