The tips of fluffy ferns shone bright green,
swaying joyously
with the wind.
The baby leaves,
a hue of tender green,
beckoned me over to the dance floor
embellished with dazzling gems –
flower buds,
which sway
in every direction,
graceful and freeing –
a pendulum that never falls.
Tiny red fruits sparkled,
adorning the tree,
holding fast through the wind.
A bird chirped –
pristine bells ringing –
a call for company,
a call of joy.
The warm breeze cradled me,
rocking me
to a grateful repose.
The sun shimmered from afar,
showering delight on yellow buds
that craned their necks towards its warmth.
Fallen leaves scurried past me –
tumbleweeds in a desert plain.
Leaves fell,
hugged by the wind,
performing its last dance
to the birds’ sorrowful tone.
The reckless wind
toyed with my hair –
parting it,
pulling it back,
slamming it in my face.
Confused strands shield
my field of vision.
The birds’ lively serenade
deafened the sirens in the distance –
two, three birds harmonizing –
an uncoordinated band.
Loose leaves of paper
flapped, ruffled, tearing away,
before surrendering to the breeze,
heaving sighs of relief.
A black bird dived in a swift swing,
stretching its wings,
reaching for the clouds.
Then, a dense heat loomed in,
pouncing on the wind–
its suffocating presence
prickled up my skin,
marking my neck.
Utter silence ensued.
