Modern Poetry: 'Waiting for a Tree to Bloom'
I stand here every day, waiting for a tree to bloom.
Waiting for a tree to blossom.
Though I can't go out
I'm with it, a perfect understanding
We've grown very familiar.
When the breeze sways the leaves, it tinkles, a reflection of my longing.
When the rain falls relentlessly at night, it chills and refreshes, a welcome pain.
I read, and it absorbs the sweet dew of the heavens.
We are all growing, preparing for a brilliant, radiant spring.
You shake the leaves, sing a song, I murmur an ancient poem.
The shade of green trees makes summer long.
Summer is still far away? I already wish for you to wear a helmet.
I'm living in this newly sprouted spring.
Waiting for a tree to blossom.
You know how long that is?!
She broke up with me.
I'm waiting for a tree to blossom.
Breakups and blooming flowers are romantic things.
I wanted to pick a flower for her.
