The Beginning of the end

One of my first poems

When the wind whispers the secrets of the night
And the moon reveals the mysteries we hide
A tale to be told by toddlers who see
The truth that we're too blind to perceive.

Hear those leaves murmur in dark
Run around those huge tree barks
Free to flow and be themselves
Ignoring the calls of infinite help

Blossoms blooming ever so silently
While petals end up crashing loudly
Fallen beauty scares us all
Shrivelled up, dry and lost

Should we pick it up
Will it crumble at our touch
Should we let it be
Will it simply disappear

The blue moon pours down its tears
Showering you with unknown fear
Shattering the silence in your heart
That cold  shrill flowing in your blood

Between the cracks the sun may shine
Should it happen it shall take time
Faith kept bright by a flame of hope
Extinguish the pain with a pinch of joy.

Bare branches now hang down low
Reaching for that soil they so well know
Returning to where their first steps began
Seeping back slowly to the early land

 

Author's Note

Everyone who has read this has understood it differently. I'd like your thoughts.

Reviews

[Ksshitij Goswami]

It's my third day on this site and I have gone through scores of writings already . None of one I found nice but yours . Beautifully written poem ,simple yet so benign figure of speech and most importantly your age : at fifteen you are writing so wonderful . It really troubles me when I cannot find young writers writing about nature nowadays . This review would surely motivate you to keep on writing and perhaps the others to shun silly topics to write sensibly

[Sarah Al Janabi]

Your review litterally made my day. Thank you so much :)