Blossoms wake

As the sun rises the flowers begin to blossom. 

While the cool morning air breezes easily. 

Fresh dew sprinkling in the suns new rays. 

Eyes waking to the sweet chaws. 

As the sun settles in the middle. 

Rays brighter then ever. 

The musically wind breezes easily as if at a standstill. 

Ground nice and dry to the flesh. 

Eyes wide and wrestling to stay open. 

As the sun falls and the moon rises. 

The cold air breezes through the mist of night. 

Everything at peace. 

Finally eyes can rest to reflect on this beautiful day. 

At last night is here to end the day.

Reviews

[Joshua Carl Cruz]

read this on a lark. love the voice behind the words. it took me through the day which is huge to say because this poem wasn't abstract, the theme was adhered to, and it evolved. yeah you could go into this and really polish te s**t out of it but i love the feeling. fantastic and poignant

[Samuel Riley]

I wrote it early in the morning, with nothing but my phone. Thank you.

[Joshua Carl Cruz]

dig it. you're welcome buddy buddy