Crumpled Petals
A vast meadow shudders in the breeze
With a brilliance born from the first green of spring
My bare feet soak warmth from the earth
While a massive cherry tree
All pink blossoms
Waves
Beckoning
In the sighing wind
To step
To pull
To fall
Shackled to a mountains gloom
I strain to move
But I am locked in
Free only by the length of my chain
Birds squeak a song
So high above I cannot see
So I lay among the weeds
And hope to spot a glance
Of a single feathers’ dance
I raise a hand into the fading sky
To the birds I cannot see
And the tree I cannot reach
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