Passing the Baton

Passing the Baton she cried at the site of lights but they laughed and they reveled praised her lips, her eyes 2 wrapped her softly, fed intimate nectar, she grew large garb kept getting short 3 Sprouted buds of her own one two, three and four she gave her nectar 4 they grew and grew but her own nectar was now dry and she was barren 5 they left the tree house gathered twigs and built their nests and they grew their buds 6 she wanted to see, how they lived, her body was tired, she went to sleep 7 she was silent, they cried and lowered her gently no light, no more cries