Leaving awhile the whole tree spineless
As the leaves aloft broke off together
Bequeathing their scions the infinite blue dress.
Flew they all away in different directions
With the winds that they did believe.
Despite being acquainted with the inevitable fates,
Wished that they could never leave.
As time descended a step closer every day,
Urges that were once buried alive,
Urged to be resurrected from the graves,
Expecting a fair trial or least a single strive.
The day it stopped walking, divulged
The stacks of hazy yet unspoken promises.
Flashbacks clouded the present`s sky
With colours that picture together all the pieces.
Stood there the tree, as the colours faded
Off the rainbow`s strips, white and still,
Before came rushing a timid toed spring
Bargaining hastily with the pertaining chill.
Greens blossomed under the scattered shades,
While the greys laced the tacit concerns,
As summer enlightened the path towards
The echoing tomorrow, waiting for their turns.
‘Twas assumed to have gotten all answers
Witnessing the priors leave, unexplained,
But followed a solitary charade this last fall,
It rained...
