A fiery fate of trees sit upon your head.
{A trapeze in the sand
Knowing where the sun sets
But never where to rise}
The flower sitting by the tree
Blooming into the spring
For the next day to come
Living the simple life
Thoughtless; a slave to all but it self.
{A shame in the world when the sun rises
The days of their youth are fading
The curtains closing on a time once forgotten}
And it feels a calmness crash upon itself
Choke itself:
{A gripping fear as darkness becomes darker
Roots which once drank grip tight
Leaves fall for themselves as a freeze grips down}
The white of the Earth
Blanketing the land in a heat less wonder
Freezing what exists beneath
And allowing those above
A sense of peace and joy.
{ And then the warm came
The darkness fades as the heat comes
And the flowers bloom once again}.
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