The crimson and burgundy gust reflects golden once hit by the suns longing lashes. The amber of it all captivating everything in its proximity. Every nectar of nature belonging to the once alive forest.
When the forest sleeps so do we because winter grass holds us captive from everything, even our sun.
So if you let me be the sun that illuminates your colors one last time,
Will you come alive? Or will you perish because of me?
Even though you might die. You branches will be replaced with new life as the fresh leaves blooms anew. The wildfire surge is still dancing in the autumn gust, before the snow covers everything, even your old layers.
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Floral Acquaintances
PoetryNature has valuable assets. Flowers being one of them. A Poetry collection of poems referring to humans as floral masterpieces.
