My feet grew heavy then still.
Around me gathered a field of sorrow.
Metallic roses and tulips gather to console bowed heads.
Long leaves began to shade my eyes.
One lonely laugh was heard,
A gust of wind lifted the curtains for only a moment;
In which a kite struck me, becoming intertwined in my leaves.
I could hear your strides come to a halt at my trunk.
You grabbed the end of the kite and tugged.
My branches didn't want to let go.
You yanked and pulled with all your might.
I became weak and hurt.
My branches unwillingly released the kite just as a burst of wind took you away with it.
Now I stand alone in a field of sorrow,
with sad limp branches.
Here I'll remain, surrounded by metallic tulips and roses,
never to be visited again by that bright kite.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
My feet grew heavy then still.
Around me gathered a field of sorrow.
Metallic roses and tulips gather to console bowed heads.
Long leaves began to shade my eyes.
One lonely laugh was heard,
A gust of wind lifted the curtains for only a moment;
In which a kite struck me, becoming intertwined in my leaves.
I could hear your strides come to a halt at my trunk.
You grabbed the end of the kite and tugged.
My branches didn't want to let go.
You yanked and pulled with all your might.
I became weak and hurt.
My branches unwillingly released the kite just as a burst of wind took you away with it.
Now I stand alone in a field of sorrow,
with sad limp branches.
Here I'll remain, surrounded by metallic tulips and roses,
never to be visited again by that bright kite.