the billowing branches of trees
swaying in the breeze
there you are
collecting fees
for those who doubt themselves
“you can do it, you will beat this disease”
you sit perched upon these trees
in the company of friendly buzzing bees
feeling finally at ease
feeling the constant, cool sea breeze
you wave to us while holding your bell jar
inside is a symbol of everything you are
a dragonfly, sparkling like the north star
you smile and take flight
“my final au revoir!”
