dapper star
In the green valleys where all the flowers
Love each other and where the sun
Brightly rises his golden spawn,
Enticing the morning skies
With burning sensations—
I wonder about sadness.
Why does sadness or a pinch,
Of it live inside of us all?
Where does it go?
Does it stay behind the faces
Of the blue irises?
Or does it tiptoe between
The crevices of your dreams?
Do the violets know
When your tears slowly drizzle
Down a riverbed of melancholy,
Above rainy dark clouds?
Do you go back and cup your tears up?
Okay, for others, they will probably say no
And keep that no sealed forever
Like an envelope.
Why not let your heart fathom the blues?
Look around you!
Mother Nature is your oyster of clues—
Just let your wild emotions embrace
The wildflowers—and twirl their colorful beams,
Freely in the air—so they can open
The small chambers of your ears.
cyan birch
bronze willow
wicked flower
indigo torrent
onyx portal
snow ether
ebon ivy
slow crag
vast cape
dusty sluice