~For the Theme of Spring, a Mysterious Jar

You’re spinning by 

Too fast for me to hold you 

My arms are reaching, my hands are grasping

You’re passing me by my fingertips

You are glowing,

Glowing like the moon is within your skin

You laugh and pass me by

Like mist in the hills

There mist lays white-brushed clouds  

Yet it’s unreachable

Your wings are silver

Glimmering like a fish’s tail