This Green World.

This Green World

Birth,
Lost buds.
Blossom grows as it should.
Touch
baby leaves,
hear a song from the trees.
Pocket weaving
with scented dew.
Growth spurt,
isn’t new.
In this pink world
I belong to you.

Bake,
give away.
Icing licked from the cake.
Set
with the sun.
The world shoots like a gun.
Petals form,
loss can't be true.
Through all of this
there was just one thing I knew:
that in this green world
I belonged to you.

Flames
ember down.
An amber, old dressing gown.
Sleep,
drift with me.
Dream like a honeybee.
Candles lit
affecting the hue.
Cold climbs walls,
frost forms for two,
but in this orange world
I belong to you.

Can’t
make sound.
Voice cracks my mouth.
Tired,
so tired.
Twenty-one guns fired.
Tears, cheek.
Freeze, chew.
Grip, hands,
fingers loose.
In this grey world
I belong to you.