THE ANT AND THE FLEA
One Day an Ant and a Flea did meet, they sat down...
I've grown petals, only to watch them fall...
like...
Seedlings waft, like Seedlings do
a morning dawn becomes a faceless...
Alone, deep within
The silence of the woods...
As the sun emerges,
Brightening the horizon...
A glisteneing pasture of snowy earth
lays dormant, embedded within a girls spirit...
The clouds in all their splendor
Weep into the sky...
Already dead tree
provides a safe nesting site...
Sun's temper gradually vacates the place
Ember of tragedy leaves its lasting trace...
Three forty seven in the afternoon on an average...
The weather outside worse for wear...
Would time remember me
if I stood right by the horizon...
Her Garden at 6:00 am.
Wafted by the breeze...