I took a break from formalities and sat down on the floor.
To bask in the sunlight and look up at the blue skies.
I allowed a moment for myself and let out a content sigh.
Tag: spring
8-Word Stories #6
Spring flowers, blue skies, her sources of joy.
A sad melody hummed in the air
In the hopeful season of spring
The spirit of gaiety is locked away.
The Spring Comes
When spring comes,
Nights are shorter
Days are longer and warmer.
When spring comes,
It promises life and growth
Along with new hopes.
When spring comes,
Birds chirp, bees buzz
Trees bloom with fresh buds.
The seasons have changed
When spring comes
There’s always merriment
& freshness in the air.
Spring
A little red bird
Flew in and sang
Sweet songs of spring.
..and the tree said..
“the cold, harsh winter withered me away.
It left me with nothing
but barrenness.
You saw through my emptiness..
You stood there for hours looking at my
crooked arms and shriveled body.
Though I had nothing upon me,
you always looked at me with a smile and exclaimed,
“So beautiful!”
and now the sun shines down upon me
making me warm
slowly bringing me back to life.
and now just for you my dear,
I will gather all my fallen leaves
and bloom like I’ve never before.
my leaves will dance when you move.
my blushing blossoms will paint rosiness on your cheeks.
the sweet fragrance from my wild flowers
will bury itself in your soft black curls.
my breeze will touch ever so lightly,
and kiss your face.
then I will watch you,
like you always did..
I will watch you, smiling at me again.”