The regal tulip with
His swan neck,
His sweeping shoulders,
His crimson mane with fiery yellow tips
Takes attendance in his domain.
Present: the nobles stand rooted to the ground;
Sighing willows watching from under
White flowering bangs.
Bees hum amid their branches
Birds nestle in the crook of noble elbows
Leaves shudder in the wind
Present: lowly pansies squat in the soil
Silly yellow butterflies spread across their faces
Slimy worms writhe between their toes
Scrawny stalks barely cresting the earth.
There. Everyone accounted for.
And the king of them all lifts his face to the sky,
And stands tall in the spring breeze.
His swan neck,
His sweeping shoulders,
His crimson mane with fiery yellow tips
Takes attendance in his domain.
Present: the nobles stand rooted to the ground;
Sighing willows watching from under
White flowering bangs.
Bees hum amid their branches
Birds nestle in the crook of noble elbows
Leaves shudder in the wind
Present: lowly pansies squat in the soil
Silly yellow butterflies spread across their faces
Slimy worms writhe between their toes
Scrawny stalks barely cresting the earth.
There. Everyone accounted for.
And the king of them all lifts his face to the sky,
And stands tall in the spring breeze.
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Kittykatruff
May 29, 2019
I love the imagery in this!
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