Plummeting and rising
flowing and blazing through,
the fireflies dance into the night;
I watch, enchanted in a trance
giggling at their little dance.
I hop across the lily pads,
follow the majestic frogs,
learning to croak with the toads;
Joining with the Emerald Symphony.
Red spouting in its beautiful tones from where I sit
as I squeeze to the dragonflies wings
and keep steady, watching my home below,
frolicking through the morning fog.
A snap, a splash, a thud, a scatter.
Suddenly silence envelops it all.
It's vines of treachery wrapping around
and around and around,
the stillness grows louder.
I'm picked from the sky with my dragonfly,
squeezed whole within its grip.
Grey covers my sobs, a rumble commences
I whimper in its grasp, defenseless,
against the incoming blow. The upcoming howl;
I can hear it clear as day in the back
of my mind even in the dead of night.
The strike that leaves permanent scars.
The crash that leaves open wounds.
The splash that leaves me breathless.
The hit that knocks me out cold.
Nothing.
The brightness stings my eyes,
the chirping hurts my head
the ground feels soft, unsure,
and yet I stand just where I stood.
Toads croaking, dragonflies whizzing,
birds chirping, willow weeping...
no, that's just the wind.
Even the clouds were never here,
and yet they felt so real, every moment
where I stood, they were above,
mumbling, gargling, grunting,
as if they were gonna fall and
Crush me.
I crawl to my little space
underneath the Willow tree
blushing from comfort;
It's leaves wrapping around me
like a soft blanket;
Nothing can scare me here, I'm home.
Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 6:30 AM UTC
Plummeting and rising
flowing and blazing through,
the fireflies dance into the night;
I watch, enchanted in a trance
giggling at their little dance.
I hop across the lily pads,
follow the majestic frogs,
learning to croak with the toads;
Joining with the Emerald Symphony.
Red spouting in its beautiful tones from where I sit
as I squeeze to the dragonflies wings
and keep steady, watching my home below,
frolicking through the morning fog.
A snap, a splash, a thud, a scatter.
Suddenly silence envelops it all.
It's vines of treachery wrapping around
and around and around,
the stillness grows louder.
I'm picked from the sky with my dragonfly,
squeezed whole within its grip.
Grey covers my sobs, a rumble commences
I whimper in its grasp, defenseless,
against the incoming blow. The upcoming howl;
I can hear it clear as day in the back
of my mind even in the dead of night.
The strike that leaves permanent scars.
The crash that leaves open wounds.
The splash that leaves me breathless.
The hit that knocks me out cold.
Nothing.
The brightness stings my eyes,
the chirping hurts my head
the ground feels soft, unsure,
and yet I stand just where I stood.
Toads croaking, dragonflies whizzing,
birds chirping, willow weeping...
no, that's just the wind.
Even the clouds were never here,
and yet they felt so real, every moment
where I stood, they were above,
mumbling, gargling, grunting,
as if they were gonna fall and
Crush me.
I crawl to my little space
underneath the Willow tree
blushing from comfort;
It's leaves wrapping around me
like a soft blanket;
Nothing can scare me here, I'm home.