Pink blossoms litter the ground
as I near the winsome tree
It shudders and reminded me
that I never stand one man.
I sit in the comforting grass,
as colours flutter and dance,
and the light floats down,
apon your body
like a warm weighted blanket
hiding you away from cynical factors seen in such life.
What will happen next,
is like the roll of your dice,
so I sat in the moment, by my single orchid tree
while consulting with my anxieties.
This poem is dedicated to the cherry blossom tree that grew in my childhood home's backyard. Not only was it gorgeous, but it also helped me through so many hard times just by being there.
YOU ARE READING
Just random stream of thoughts
Şiirmy exploration of poetry and perhaps short stories? I'll write all forms of poetry, but mostly free verse and haiku's because that's what I'm currently most familiar with! ; ) Enjoy!
