Ugly eight-legged creature,
the colour of nature.
I swallow my morose feelings
I'm chained to the still saplings.
I blend in, glad to be invisible,
I am the leaf's heart, untraceable.
Unable to face the cruel soil anymore,
I encase myself, but still flows the gore,
I'm shying away from the world, a coward!
Keeping my sore heart from moving toward
the unknown; I do not want it wounded.
By the cocoon, a product of my fear, I am bounded.
But my betraying fortress, it crumbles
Inviting me to fall down to my troubles
But nature, she comes to my aid,
And into the green I do not fade,
For she gifts me with wings so colourful.
Like the rainbow, I take flight and drink up the world so plentiful.
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