wet droplets hit my face
That time of year surely brings me faith
As the water weighs me down I pray
that maybe I'll be able to touch your base
Have you ever loved someone who,
despite never knowing you
seems to understand your secrets and truths?
That someone for me was the ground
She truly had a way with words somehow
Despite never speaking a word, I know by
Looking into her eyes, the water wouldn't
just come from the dark, forgetful skies.
Perhaps it's my face
Maybe she doesn't like my green surface,
the waxy shine that attracts birds and cries of small animals
Maybe I am too repulsive to her like melted wax on the candles
perhaps my curved body turns her off,
but only if she knew me.
Only if she knew how I refuse to look up because she is below
if she knew I hope the wind took me away from the stump
I call my home.
Maybe then she'd reconsider
my bumps, sides, and curves
Maybe then she'd listen to my words.
But the ground doesn't have it, she slyly says
If only he knew that if he landed here, he'd be dead.
However, she may never stop his attempts
that is because when
he tries to land on her
she feels anew again.
Someone wanted to be with her,
not forced by laws or nature
not to be walked on
but rather to be loved,
to be loved is a dream only the finest dirt can dream of...
she doesn't know
but maybe he doesn't know
that their faiths would mix
especially when the dirt and trees would be plummeted by
vehicles who "fix"
Both were aware,
of the sad truth
and as they broke through the dirt
she let out a cry too
"Never loved and never thought of
as the world is a dark, cruel place
perhaps in another time, I would
be able to choose my own fate"
her words moved him and he felt
that maybe if he just fell
into her grace
and slowly landing
on her base
he would be able to tell her
how he truly felt...
but alas she was gone
replaced with a hard rock
"cement" men uttered
and he witnessed it all
the death of the one he loved
slowly over a progression of weeks
much so that he changed his color
he is no longer a bright, waxy green.
Even the shape of him changed,
from a once curved, smooth shell
but opened up and became rigid
he grew in size and swell.
"If only she could've seen me"
only time would tell
his true beauty underneath
little did he know, she knew it well...
"if only I could see him now"
that's how she would've felt
but her words are silent now
and her life as well.
They became bright,
so bright in fact
picked a few in packs
people were fascinated
by the orange dye
but sadly I was disinterested
"pick me, so I can die."
Fate played a game
where one day it will all change
the colors on my leaf would fade away
not into another beautiful color
but I was so shrivelled how could I bear
this torment was killing me everywhere
I was so close to falling off
perhaps too close
I was scared
If I land on this hard ground
will I still hear her heartbeat there?
The earth has been hurt, trampled and abused
but in my heart, you will always be more than a
damsel in distress
because I will always love you
perhaps my love is fruitless...
then the day would come
the moment he had been dreaming of
regardless if she was covered in a sheet of white puff
he knew she's the girl he dreamed of.
How would I know
the truth in this old soul
lived through many times and tolls
that his mind has taken hold
of the beauty she once had
filled with green grass,
and flowers that cannot compare
to the mind, she locked him in a stare.
If the world hadn't been so rough
maybe then they would've touched.
drifting, he felt lifting
the wind between his stem and weightless
he fell gently patient.
"If this is freedom let it be
to risk my life not just for me
but for the one, I can't forget
the beauty of the earth and dirt
timeless and effortless".
Finally, we can touch
through the cold, hard cement,
I feel your heart beating
so I can finally find rest
"thank you for loving me
unlike the rest" she said
"thank you for loving me
and knowing me best".
The snow intoxicates the dark, shrivelled leaf
his time has gone now, and the story may steep
into the hearts of others and they can see
the unrequited love, between the ground
and the leaf.