nap-hair,
toes,
nose,
thighs.
your
autumn-
rain scent
is pulling
me out
of my
slumber
and softly
putting
me back
to sleep.

To that baby
That kid
That teenager
That adult

Growing inside me
I’m afraid
                 Of the pain
                                    I may feel

                                    It may cause
  I’m afraid
                 Of growing

                                    Up

                                    Old

Along with the morning mists
The tender leaves gently  uncurl
Soak in the first rays of the Sun
Listen closely to the dew
And its translucent views
Up in the mists
Rolls the voice of the soul
Behold

🌿🌿

Sun shine, moon flash,
New origin, "queries" to ash,
Glory things, deep bright,
That we will reach the light,
So far to lay, reap in evenings,
flames to flew, destitute the things.
#thought #origin #glory #destitute