The Last Song
#Write2024Poem12
Until The Next Blooming Season.
©Kapsata
The Sun rises, The Sun sets,
Setting the horizons blazing in yellow
In Spring, the trees bloom,
In vibrant colors they dress mother nature.
During a warmer breeze,
a cozy shade from them,
Touches our melanin
To unwrap our weariness.
Yet when autumn knocks at the door
A gentle rustling of leaves sings,
And the bare branches remain
Until the next blooming Season.
Sleep deep,
mighty baobab,
Let your fruits not weep,
but celebrate
For you have made them see the world.
Left with your memories in our hearts,
Until the next blooming Season.
#DedicatedToGranny.
Until The Next Blooming Season.
©Kapsata
The Sun rises, The Sun sets,
Setting the horizons blazing in yellow
In Spring, the trees bloom,
In vibrant colors they dress mother nature.
During a warmer breeze,
a cozy shade from them,
Touches our melanin
To unwrap our weariness.
Yet when autumn knocks at the door
A gentle rustling of leaves sings,
And the bare branches remain
Until the next blooming Season.
Sleep deep,
mighty baobab,
Let your fruits not weep,
but celebrate
For you have made them see the world.
Left with your memories in our hearts,
Until the next blooming Season.
#DedicatedToGranny.