Branch

When light entered the woods

She would trickle in like water

words falling into fantasies

of how dreams could be real

events phasing to something new

spinning on an unknown axis

But they would always break

in your realization

So you’d try to snap back to your

mood before

By snapping me off my tree

You’d speak every note

that raced to your mouth first

you’d sing every word

that appeared whole in your mind

I was only your imagined

microphone

Yet you were breezing your way in

A nymph lulling the forests into

pure silence, then applause

I was just a branch

blossoming with leaves

and color

as your voice

continued to skin the hills

mythical like the tales you told

to us

your only audience

Now that I think about it this poem is pretty weird. The girl in it is literally singing into a stick XD

And no, this is not a love poem. The stick didn’t fall in love with her :satisfied:

Joking aside, thank you for reading my poem! Have a good rest of your day or night :green_heart: