Today, trees sleep upon a restless noon
The fiery breeze wafts its tender fingers through the leaves
Lingering just a little on the sweet tendrils of creepers
That clamber on their backs like angels do
If the branches bend, the whole thing doesn't break
When the air flows through the flowers, she holds them gentler
I'm reminded that the sweet scent
Of her freshly washed hair is sweeter than rain
And when the rain falls
The tree with flowers in her hair
Will wake up to the nectarine-like moon
It'll ruffle its drenched leaves once again, that is its strength
Sitting still upon the tender twigs that hold the leaves
Are tired birds that have searched for a home
The angels call to her
So, she lets go of the flowers wearily
If the branch breaks, you'll stand, I promise this
And know your sweetness is a rare quality
For many have let their beauty wither and die
Yet, you've held tight to those flowers in your hair
Tonight, when you wake up to the luminscence
And birds remind us of the innocence
That was once long lost due to being unloved
You'll no longer have to protect yourself