A modeled body,
beautifully curved,
Her ballerina pose,
reaching for the stars.
Her branches,
oh! so poise,
swirls with the breeze.
A breeze carrying-
Dreams of a slumberer,
desires of a lover,
grief of a melancholic
and words of a poet.
She takes it all in with a whiff.
Through her veins,
these stories find their way to ravine of leaves,
to bloom like a coryphée.
Until thunder of senility hits her,
And she melts into her home;
merges with the soil.
Crazy how mind works sometimes