Dawn to Dusk

Waking up and brimming restlessness, fingers unfurling shoots so green and branching away with the growing breeze of your consciousness expanding, expanding, expanding. Energy feeding flowers instead because if you were all then what beauty to see with your own eyes, or sadness to feel as their faces slowly drooped and their petals formed the softest carpet as you waited for their fruit. They’d grow so big; make you realise they could not stick. You’d get so sappy but then so happy to see them fall, caught by the ground before they sank, before they rose, the twittering birds telling tales of them but you just watched how tall they grew, felt the sunlight that fell past their leaves and illuminated your peace.