Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Before It's Time

It was by chance indeed

That it came there

A tiny seed full of hopes

And dreams and promises

to come out alive someday

To burgeon and thrive with the greenest green

To blossom in all its glory

Waiting for the spring to come

Only if the rains had showered

Only if promises were kept...

But then,

Winter arrived.

4 comments:

jj said...

wow... nice poem... maybe you could add more.. how it died in winter.. some more emotions.. but a good start :)

test said...

i love the way u built the scene.. all clouds gathered with the suggestive colourin n sounds only to be blown away by an unexpected storm..

Jay said...

hey nice poem with a fine ending

Abel said...

it was nice. just the perfect end i thought. drop it when all are just about high.....haha!!