The Sun is ripe, with premonitions
about the flowers and butterflies.
In this open garden, I sit, and
ponder what’s ahead from here.
The Sun is on top, like an intimate
position in the night. Strange, yet
vocal about what’s in it’s mind.
I need a refresh from all those miseries.
The yellow sunflowers, saffron marigolds,
roses as red as blood, and lilies in white.
Life is like a garden, bright in the days
of glory and sunshine. Dark, and silent, in
those nights of sadness and despair.
I understand, that time is relative, every day
every hour, and every second. For me, it’s a good time
for another, it’s a bad time. It’s okay, I don’t mind.
I just want to sit in this garden, and smile if I can.
Hi! My name is Whi and I write poems, every day. Like the idea? Join me to explore more! You can read more about the project here - WHAT & WHY do I write?