I struggled for a long time,
I wanted to get out,
But I became apathetic long ago.

So I let the sea of my own creation consume me,
Anything to end this constant exhaustion.

Within the warm ***** grows
A child no one yet knows.
But she gives them love regardless,
Not needing words to give her bliss-
A mother and child.

Within the warm house grows
A child first using their toes.
And she cant help but cry in glee,
She never knew she was so motherly-
A mother and child.

The warmed house slowly grows colder,
The small child now older and bolder.
She's challenged by them over small things,
The love they have now paired with a sting-
A mother and child.

The once warm house now devoid
Sits in the darkness of isolation.
But a motherly spirit can't be destroyed,
Even if we must let go of our creations-
The mother then smiled.

The clouds paint the blue canvas white
No matter where you are it’s easy to see
That it’s picture perfect and just right
The reflection shines on the blue sea.
The sun paints the blue canvas orange
No matter what you are it’s a lovely view
The hours go on and the clouds rearrange
The flora sprouts life anew.
The stars paint the blue canvas black
No matter who you are you need to rest
For tomorrow when the blue canvas comes back
And shines on the beautiful forest.

Spring frozen in time
Trees don’t grow, flowers don’t bloom
The world went silent.

Morning shines
The birds whine
The day's begun anew,
Creature rise
No surprise
The smell of morning dew.

Roaring tide
Trees abide
Filling land with sea,
A calm mood
Brings lush food
Filling them with glee.

Calm of night
Dark's delight
The nocturnal come to play,
Dug in homes
Wooden domes
Not wanting to become prey.

Comfort of home
No need to roam
The creatures now get to rest,
No need to worry
Nor need to scurry
Since family is the best.

It was on a harsh winter day some long time ago.
The ice-lased winds rocked the leaves to and fro.
And even though it'd been around for a while,
The great big tree could only give a wry smile.
The forest which stood still now shook and shimmered.
The hands of death upon which had been delivered.
The animals burrowed deep in search of shelter
As the snow poured down from sky-high pelters.
The tree stood tall protecting its creatures
Despite the fact they were now just leechers.

For the tree did not care about the suffering it brought upon itself
The reason being that life can only last so long
So as long as it could serve to nurse others to health
He did not mind if this was his last song.
The sky grew dimmer with the bristle of the leaves
The howl of the night had only just begun
And upon his barks lay all the memories
That inspired the tone with which he now hummed.
And despite the fact it didn't speak any form of word
The song it formed spoke clearly still,
"Winds of the night, let my voice be heard,
These creatures shall befall no ill.
It matters not if mother nature hark,
For this is my rebellious last testament."
The wind picked up, the snow pounding upon his bark,
His words now used to his own detriment.

Yet no matter how long the night threatened to last,
Cherry blossom after cherry blossom wilting away,
The tree stood strong and tall and spoke aloud.
The words clear to those within its *****,
"The forest is not yours to claim
For they are who raised me well
And if you think you can take them from me
You'll drag me down to hell."

And so the fight went on for as long as the moon stood tall,
Yet morning still came and the sun rose once more.
The forest felt safe and the blizzard had passed.
And yet the sight of the tree beckoned mourning,
From all the generations who lived and died with him.
Perhaps he simply couldn't suffer the pain any longer.
The cherry blossom wilts.