When the famished sun, Once vivid, lush with hue, Swallowed shades that it once knew The cyan skies dissolved to gray The emerald leaves curled and frayed.
For days the sun feasted in muted shade, Till time unraveled, slow, delayed.
Waiting beneath the blankened sky, Laid buried seeds, their roots entwined, A quiet earth with loam inside.
The seeds whispered winds for rain to fall, Dancing tropic movements to heed a call.
They bloomed to jasmine and crowned the night A nectar sweet, a bright delight With petals soft and fragrance shared, A white fluorescence lit the air.
This is a poem about struggling with hormone drops