A quick poem with an idea of meaning connected to nature and life. comments please. |
Things must change to loose their place Nature, time, space..... A swaying tree paints the sky blue The vibrant sun shining effortlessly through But as it dyes down the sky changes its tone The once endless blue a fusion of lilac and crone Eventually without any fail the sun is forced to retreat Its change in colour leading to its defeat A leaf clings to a tree Watching rich with green, enviously As the flowers may bloom and do as they wish The leaf must stay on its branch ,and alone, flourish It only has to change colour to fall to the ground Without a sound Yet while it lays their it finally sees That its change and fall leads to its decease And only the flower not wanting to change Can have its glory of freedom and remain. The waves ricochet on a white sand beach, curderling, thundering, froth pillows of salt sea trying to reach, if only they could reach the shore, reach for more. As they desperatly fling at hope, they cannot cope. Sodden with misfortune the water carrys its wreck back in a hurtful state yet slowly asthough leaving supreme fate. To try to reach something admired is as hate, it should not be required. For nature trys and trys to hard. Time forces pressure, gracefullness is charred. The space this pair are, is unknown and barred. But for hope? This echos in the distant valley, whispers through the falling leaves and gathers in the froth sleeves, and as it does so Nature time and space, forget their shrewd and enviouse face. Listening to hopes call they rise to never fall... |