If only you knew

Did you know? Secrets are like the baby grass on the patch of Grass next door; they flutter like the wings in the Small breeze of late Autumn. They glitter like the sand on the beach under the Aurora last night; and they sleep like fairies under Small mushrooms in the hidden forest. If only you knew… How many secret bookmarks were filed in my book, And how many degraded, teared apart and Fluttered away in the wind.