New Leaf

[Dandeli]

 

Words and rhymes,                  

                     Gratitude and happy cries,

Hugs and foods, and writing,

Trips, and exploration, and fighting,                            

Learned to love them so, I did back then,

                Or did I now? There crows the hen.

  

Little bird, sat gentle in the back of my mind,                                         

                  You, which has been silenced, entertaining my Mother's lullaby,

You came to croak, in the ending spurned; a lack of hope, yet true emotions churned.

You almost claimed it, that dream so faraway.             

                                 And what a fool you are for it.
  

Almost lead astray.

  

Spring is no season to die; a sentiment that sings.                                                          

 

                                                     And yet trees surrender their blossoms to the wayward winds.

Butterflies lather futures on petals, knowing their lives will soon rescind.

  

I sang the song of sacrifice, so that you would yet endure.

And yet within it, a horror enclosed: you can never predict life's final door.
   
                         And yet I cannot scorn them.
Meaning therein that pain.                          
   You cannot shun the reflection.     
                                  For daring to don your own mien.

 

    If there was a choice,

I would do it all again.