Maturity

I stand alone
At the verge of my life
Bare and dry
Raising my head to the empty sky

I stand alone above all seasons
No more sproutings no more blossoms
No more greens, No more daisies
Round my feet as it used to be
When I was young and full of life!
Yet I stand straight into the sky!

The seeds I sprinkled
In my romantic moods when I was full of life
Dancing to the tune of the breeze
Are now sprounting into life
At my own dry feet- green and fresh
Trying to reach my hight!

They stand in contrast
To my bare dry self
Still I stand unique
Like an artists’ striking lines
On the canvas of nature!