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