Sitting on a rock, staring up at the sky.
"I wish...I could fly."
So, dear child, sitting at the waterfall.
Walking, to and fro from your distant home.
So, may the waters calm you, and may the birds soothe your wounds.
May the sounds of nature all around, warm your heart for me and you.
Treading through the grass, I feel a distant, warm feeling.
The soft blades brushing my toes.
How the grass, it grows so slow, enjoying life how it goes.
Maybe, just maybe, I'll grow too, this feeling in my toes will someday end.
However, i can feel it, the ticklish feeling approaching.
The field opens up to a flower filled field, far away from home, shielding my own fear.
So, I laid down and closed my eyes,
Soon we'll travel to another time...
Doing well, my heart is pounding.
Doing well, my heart is happy.
Doing well, the grass tickles around me.
Doing well, I wish it could last longer.
However, i must carry on.
Through the woods I will tread, until I reach the ocean.
On the ground, a single, dying rose.
Dyed, sitting in a beautiful pose.
Splashes of red cover this rose, I pick it up astounded.
Those grass blades I long remember, fade into the air.
Soon we can be, finally, life treats me fair.
Far away, soon I will go, into the ocean.
A single feather lands.
Please, come back...someday now...
YOU ARE READING
~Poem Book~
PoetryLike a Diary, This Book will be, Through my head blows a breeze, it makes the leaves freeze, Orange leaves falling down, This is my story, and I won't let it drown.
