Do roots ground in moments of profound
and bind with river rushes and wind gushes
to blossom a new bloom
in urgency of the disappearance of gloom...
Do leaves rustle in bids of adieu to adventures passed and welcome discoveries of new
New bright shades of greens browns reds blues
life... death... love... doomz
home is ventured from stalks to tipz
she waits and anticipates
the embrace
a new face
perhaps her escape
Do these seasons with reasons emerge to submerge edges embedded in dreaded - dead
dead
soul
dead
life
dead
belief
dead
sight
seasons and hands of round faces
ticking and tocking
waiting....
waiting....
the clock and its inevitable calculating stop
insanity in each drip drip of dew drops....
culminating thunder showerz
she sits in Mother nature's Towerz
feel the time
feel the breeze of the longing devine
why not sweet fruits
why not plump full of juice
sweet pain in overflowing anxed... yearning.... freeing of her being
little twigz from Earth resounded and new heights ascended
patient
little
tiny
unnoticed
insignificant
promised
hoped
wished
dreamed
believed....
a sitting tree seeks liberty
in tainted ground roots
in fears and doubts showered
Man on the Moon - do u see this sitting tree?
Does he know when Venus here in this tree once again Reigns?
dead
soul
dead
life
dead
belief
dead
sight
little twig she knows her plight
here in a sitting tree
she waits and fights
capillaries fueled bright in her pure inevitable .... she tastes the pending with delight
new dawns
new days
Maker of a sitting tree ... He knows a little twigz destiny...
