A place where you can wander
A place where the wind talks with the trees
A place where the river flows
A place where song dances from branch to branch
Where light pierces the skies above
Then the winds change
The luscious green turns to scarlet red and burning yellow
The songs begin to lose their notes
The beaten path begins to fade
For now the winds change
They do not talk with the trees for they howl
For their companions have ran their course
The rivers do not flow free but sit idly
For they pray for the warm rays
As the colors rot into a sickly white
Some turn to slumber
While others do wander
Did you write this, Brandon?! I love it! Great addition to the blog. I especially like how it begins as something centered on natural beauty and then unexpectedly turns to destruction. Haunting.
ReplyDeleteI love how this poem could relate to so many things. It reminds me of how you could use the idea of nature to connect to everyday life. In this case, someone's perfect world while calm and still is suddenly in chaos and in destruction.
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