I bloom at the rise of every sunrise
Sunrise? A bane to my green
I love the seas, oceans, the chilling waves a balm to my aching branch
Tales of such, are myths pardon
Spring is my fav. Out of the four. Nature's smile is quiet overwhelming
Is Autumn a country? I wouldn't go.
A day with winter accelerates more desire to be with summer
Get rid of the sanguinity, naive one
Just like all flowers and butterflies, I need nature's pollination
Optimism equals temptations.
Says a shaman or you? Great eye for the unknown
Thine root have stick more grounds, little one
As my stem shall flaunt shades opposite down.
Axes forgets, not me Now
Seasonal dance has faerie magic potions for thou weary and fatigued
I smell fruits of innocence on firm grasp
Pollens signs alas! they are here safe, finally!
©Anne David O.
April 11, 2020.
