I stood amid the trees
hiding from the breeze,
I shouted to the wind
words of joy and grinned
I lay amid the flowers
basking in the soft spring showers,
I watched the clouds flow by
and wished I could extend my wings and fly
I watched the sun go down
leaving yellow light to drown
I stood upon a hilltop
as the moon came up
and watched the sky blacken
leaving sunlit pieces broken
smearing blues and violets into blacks
And I stood with lilac flowers in hand
counting petals by the wind
watching darkness closing in.
Author notes
04-29-07
It's symbolism because I love symbolism and it's personal. A little dark, but not too much. And nature-ful.
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