Quietly, birds sing beyond the secret doors.
Swiftly, the wind blows trees, and petals once given life now scatter.
Calmly, she found herself briskly walking down a stone path.
Solemnly, she found herself making a decision arisen from the past.
If only we could find that other world, that speaks to us so quietly.
Slowly beckoning us into its charm, usurping our humanity so lightly.
As we find ourselves down this broken, yet vivid path.
This has yet to be her last laugh, as her jokes are laughed at.
Her appearance is mocked.
Her beautiful eyes are shamed.
If only humanity wasn't so cruel, then we would all be the same.
Something made us who we are today, and that fact can't be debated.
It wasn't the waterfalls that I walk past, that I'm gazing at longingly.
Her appetite is something that cannot be sated, if only it were true.
We crave the love, the happiness we deserve.
If nature is the only thing that makes me smile, shouldn't it be preserved?
Humanity has to be so incredibly cruel, taking away my smile on your own, and now you'll take my trees too?
Oh, how sad it is to see the end of the world.
Forever, expected, ironic.
Oh, how cruel it is to see it go.
Oh no! Please do not concern yourself with these factors. Mark my words, never will I cruelly end your life.
Though you may desire to suffer, and these blooms may die.
Let the roses grant you a smile, before you rot away.
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.
