Now close your eyes
And open them at sunrise
Grab the string to the blinds
Think of how you miss the sunlightWhile you stretch your arms with a great yawn
And watch butterflies lay on the rose in the lawn
You ponder on what you will dream
Then wonder what else hides in the greenSmell the dew upon the grass
Your mug of coffee, done at last
To feel its warmth upon your fingers
And hope that maybe it will lingerWater the tiny kiwi tree
Study each and every leaf
To wonder how large it may grow
And hope in sixty years you'll knowTo wonder where the sun goes
And if the butterflies eat the rose
To ponder if you'll sleep in turn
If you read this in reverse
YOU ARE READING
My Heart And Soul For You
PoetryThese are my midnight musings, my afternoon antics, and my sunrise shenanigans #34 poetry ~April 12th 2022 #1 personification ~April 12th 2022 #1 in figurative language ~February 16th 2021