PINK

tulipnight

Spring in Seoul by barami

A touch of pink at night.

I do not need much light.

I bud in the dark.

My spot in the park.

Can you feel me touch your hair?

If you cannot, please come near.

I’ll sprout in the spring for you and me.

A prettier sight you will not see.

THE FALLEN

Sherbrooke Forest | By Penny Whetton

 

The trees have been hurt,

Scarred by the recent storm.

Their leaves have fallen,

Fallen soldiers of nature’s war.

Without a proper burial,

No one will mourn for them.

New leaves will soon sprout

And take their place.

The cycle will continue

Through time and space.

A TOUCH OF PINK

tulipnight

A touch of pink in the night.

I do not need too much light.

I sprout in the spring for you and me.

A prettier sight you will not see.

MOON SHADOW

MOON SHADOW

I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.

I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.

I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon 
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

MOON SHADOW

I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.  
I will try with all my might  
To live in the bright sunlight.
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.  
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.  
My petals are white as snow  
Because of this fact I know.
I will never be awake at day  
No matter how hard I wish and pray.  
For I live in the shadow of the moon   
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

MOONSHADOW

MOONSHADOW

I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.

I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.

I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon 
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.