Bus rides and walks of evergreen trees and sunlit leaves
The blue leaves no longer suppressed the yellow in the green
Painted, is the mess of red and brown left behind by Halloween
The forests bask in the sun, tidal waves are put to sleep
Weeping willows, misery knee deep
Looking below to heights of steep
Whispering trees, make the leap
But the blue skies are a long gone thought I'd like to keep
In every loose statement, blue skies seep
Locked in the ivy-covered branches, arched like a heart
Reminders or pictures I took are a bittersweet time of reminiscing, the aftertaste is tart
I'd rather be there, complex shades of green reflecting onto me
Some may call it a getaway, but It'd be a nice fresh start
See the seeds I'd planted all those years ago blossom, and flourish
The sunset leaves the illusion of lush
But I always find myself doing the next best thing, painting my thoughts into fantasy, with a hard rusting brush
There's beauty in a mismatched canvas
I've given into asymmetry, despite the occasional callous
No matter how much I twist and turn the tree to what I'd like it to be, the branches break eventually
The storm leaves a scattered sea
Mother nature's the life weaver
A half-dead tree, green in some directions, but never as far as the eye can see
Evergreen is a feeling unseen
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ONE MORE TIME
PoésieA follow-up to my last poetry collection, One More Time follows feelings of fluctuating temporary peece and recurring sorrows, caused by outside factors, or uncontrollable feelings from within.
