My Wish
Today,
my day,
this sad day.
The sky: blue
clouds,
plenty
My tree sits there
withered
fatigued
Lonely
so am i
we are alike
i wish for...
the clouds to
disappear
and dissipate
My tree
to GROW
bearing yellow
come day,
come night,
a Bright shining star!
I wish again.
Not a cloud in sight!
though my tree,
unchanged.
This was one of my open poems so it doesn't rhyme. I hope you enjoyed it!
