Medicine Man

Thank you for medicine.  This time I was a little uneasy because you weren't as timely. You are good to me and have become very comfortable in my presence. I could tell you wanted to stay.  I was secretly wishing you would remain in the same place with me.  I was about to close my gentle grip that would hold you in place but you suddenly decided to leave so you crumpled in my grip because I wasn't alive enough and didn't have the stalk strong enough to provide you with air, shade or protection.  I want to sharpen your blade and dull your needle so that I could co-exist with you before my chances were gone.  Now it's cool and this medicine isn't as good as I thought it would be.