Just a simple poem I wrote about a year ago. |
All senses surrender to the aromatherapy Of fresh morning’s dew In a cultivated yard embellished With glistening gardens. Blooming with rouge-hued tulips And budding trees new like a baby, Mother Nature is brushed with the slightest shade of pink. Stark stonewalls stand with ivy Creeping and crawling Through every crevice allotted. Cattails cower over a primaitive pool Laminated with algae Creating a crude canopy. A field of immaculate beauty stands beyond the stark stonewalls. Splashes of greens graze the cultivation With majestic wildflowers weaving and swaying Harmoniously with the wind As a young girl adorned in a plaid dress and burgundy shoes runs through Delicately caressing Mother Nature, She passes through the child’s puerile fingers. Emerald stems weave in and out Of the fissures of her fingers While petals graze through her long auburn hair. She dances beneath the life-sustaining sun Spinning around and around With both hands waving free. Her head looks up toward the rolling clouds Of the robin egg sky. Smiling with her whole face- The hazel in her eyes flickers As the sunlight beams down. The dimples of her cheeks slowly indent in As the corners of her mouth curl up toward her eyes Baring communion white teeth. Losing her balance, she falls back to Earth. Drawing in the deep aromas, she whispers, “Welcome back.” |