I was blossom on a tree,
Fragile and small.
The wind came and tore at me,
Broken, I could do nothing but fall.
Swept by the current,
I was alone and scared.
I did not know where it was I went,
But the sights were beyond compare.
At first, I was angry at the wind,
For taking me away from my home.
I had thought of what could have been,
I wanted the wind to atone.
Then I thought of the passing views,
Of valleys, seas, forests and hills.
The scenes, for me, had been too few,
I wanted more, until I'd had my fill.
However, such wishes of mine proved futile,
The wind had slowed after a while.
Before I realised, my journey had stopped,
The wind and I would soon be forgot.
I was blossom on a tree,
Fragile and small.
The wind came and broke me free,
From my shackles, so I could see the beauty in all.
X
Break freeeeeeee~
Such a pretty poem. Makes my heart warm.
Glad it made you feel such a thing!
*huggles*
\(^o^)/
X