Birds and Fish

I watched my mother
write a letter to the man
she called her lover.
I didn't know much,
I never saw him.
She said he worked hard,
that he was very busy.
But the wind comes and goes,
it never changes and always w
hips your hair the same way.
Change won't come from a piece of paper.
The wind won't carry it that far anyways.
No matter how many lovestruck words
you pour out to you lover,
I doubt he cares.
Like a rose being asked by a dandelion
to stoop to it's own level and become one new flower.
You could be great together you try to say,
but does a dandelion match a rose?
Not even if its petals are littered on the ground
do they remotely ring the same.
Birds and fish, so just drop it already.