In the way this was planned,
You were meant to learn through contrast.
The throne you once nestled in,
As you sipped your tea.
And the indifference you now wander in,
As you wonder what became of me.
My path was to teach through sameness.
To explore blue in skies.
Green in forests.
To teach worth through permanence.
Yours was the way of loss,
Of determined sand.
The horse departing the field
Because it was not planted under its terms,
Is a horse destined to learn
The value of fire
Over the leaves it burns.