Sweet pling-plopes of dew drops tickle the first-wakes of new born’s as dawn breaks;
Pods of tender and delight are held tight and out of sight;
Days succeed hours, counted by minutes, exhaled by seconds for this debut;
Timeously each petal unfolded and exposed to elements by clockwork of
The Mother’s Nature ...
From root to tip she is - at first bloom - embodied with light-year dreams and starlit hopes
... her wish to fly to the moon...
Green sleeved stalks up and reach...
Roots extend and dig deep in seek...
Elements of change dictate her mutate to survive the tides rearrange;
To be held stead fast within her core; her never-ending search becomes more...
First caress of her neighbour’s too-and-from
Swaying...
Swifting...
Sweeping...
Sweet scented serenades;
Teasing tips tantalize and provoke tentically; in harmony... peacefully...
Side-by-side they tend and grow;
Symbiotic synergy surges within and they find shared ground roots and soul truths to reach and fly ... high ...
This fate of everlasting dates remain as the inevitable rotate brings unforeseen forecasts of unpruned, dark day storms of prehistoric dooms...
Hidden returns of bitten and broken...
Choking weeds pest and twine...
This here forever bloom her endeavour to shed holey dried gloom.
Through winds of change; the white-struck shocks are painted in black floss skies...
Hurricane pains test and taunt;
Mere speckle seeks deeper and deeper her endured grace with hope is soul bought...
Relentless pours and thundering memories of Lost leaves in pure gifted and once contented rainbow sprung haze...
Shared sun-glazed days and twinkling nights...
Heart’s and soul’s once precious is now uprooted ...
Wilted – there she lays...
Folded and remolded...
Thirst for flight from fields of frightening, fragile within this forlorn
She challenges the tormenting tussle to take charge and combat this transpired tyranny of anticipated amplified screeching nonsensical rage...
Extra terrestrial I reclaim my rotate of my three six five days, through my north and south to the sweet sovereign core...
Internal dazes precede prehistoric axial days...
Intent to elate reopening of soul’s gates ... the grace only for service to you ....
Angels wings...
guardians sings songs of salvation...
proclamation....
hearts peak...
in beat....
pulse governed by let it be.....
fly high...
let it be me....
side-by-side...
truth of destiny...
