Growing Up
I am a small seed in the bird’s arms,
Enjoy flying in the sky with many dreams.
Wind is whirling around me.
Like a boat missing direction,
I am lost.
I am in the shadow.
I am surrounded by thirst.
I am interned in stones.
Sometimes,
I can hear murmuring and laughing outside.
I am full of anxiety.
I am losing balance in my dream.
I am too tired to recline in the shadow.
One day,
Sunlight goes through the stones,
I am woken by a feeling of bravery.
I break the stones to search for sunlight,
I dig deeper to absorb water,
I am a tree.
Your poem is excellent! And I like your attractive description and beautiful language.
ReplyDeleteI really like your poem because your poem has may beautiful words, beautiful thinks, and beautiful imagines. Like I am a small seed in the bird’s arms,Enjoy flying in the sky with many dreams.
ReplyDeleteWind is whirling around me.
The sentence "dig deeper to absorb water" is aptly used here. Indeed, we are all trees. In our life,we experience a lot. We should learn to make ourselves stronger.
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