As you look into my eyes
I want you to think of me
as the leaves in a tree, not only
as you sink into their peaceful green lull
but to remember me
as beautiful and care free
Look towards the branches
stretching to the sky and think
of the way my arms crossed the space
between you and I
to tentatively embrace you, afraid to
open up and reach into the unknown
As do all things there is cycle
and change is inevitable
but as I start to age
like the rings of a tree and resemblance
begins between weathered bark
and wrinkled skin, remember then
when I was a young sapling
so afraid of life but ready to live
©ShawnaRenea
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 7:09 PM UTC
As you look into my eyes
I want you to think of me
as the leaves in a tree, not only
as you sink into their peaceful green lull
but to remember me
as beautiful and care free
Look towards the branches
stretching to the sky and think
of the way my arms crossed the space
between you and I
to tentatively embrace you, afraid to
open up and reach into the unknown
As do all things there is cycle
and change is inevitable
but as I start to age
like the rings of a tree and resemblance
begins between weathered bark
and wrinkled skin, remember then
when I was a young sapling
so afraid of life but ready to live
©ShawnaRenea
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