somethings simply are
one day, it simply happened
I looked up and there you were
obviously you had been there before
but .. somehow.. I missed seeing you there
nature has a way of reclaiming
what man has tried to take away
there is no tomorrow or yesterday
only today
one day you wake and find the floral essence of the bloom
enjoy it while it comes alive
for all too soon, the flower fades
to shrivel and begin its journey
to another space and time
no, not into the gloom
it has come, lived, and gone
no more no less
I am a tree
grow with me
Q
Namaste – Oyashikiri
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