The dawn of life begins with a seed.
The protective shell shatters as green tendrils
begin to sprout and taste the radiance of the
outside world.
There are days when it sputters,
cries,
and droops longingly,
but it continues to bloom,
with each new leaf
a different
shape,
color,
and texture.
Some eventually wither away,
but others latch on for infinity
in the form of
imprinted memories
and thoughts.
Its flimsy branches grow strong and branch out
in varying directions,
each a different path,
dream,
outcome.
Yet, all are connected
to the core of the tree.
No matter what elements may
befall on the tree,
or whatever disastrous luck
decides to inflict its pain,
it retains its solidarity like a solider
and blossoms a final time.
The cycle continues,
and the sun beckons another one to arise.
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Reflections of a Pisces
PoetryHey guys! I love writing my thoughts and emotions out, so I thought it would be best to post my poems and short stories here! Take a peek inside my mind ;)
