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Under The Laden Blossoming Tree

Everything has changed in a jiffy
The sun is balmy, the grass is green
And no trace of winter can be seen.

I ventured out on my usual nature stroll
To penetrate beauty, breathe fresh air
And mingle with nature that is so dear.

I walked along a clear- cut path contemplating
the mystery of the benevolent sky,
analyzing the soul of the city  
while communicating with the swirling wind.

It’s a beautiful day filled with children at play
groups of children assembled on the playing ground
and instructors and parents hanging around.
Tiny tots, elementary school age, strong headed teenager
were all apart of this  enthralling game.

The tiny tots could hardly hold their bats
Fathers’ gathered around helping their boys
as they struggle to make an accurate shot.

Something spectacle caught my eyes from a distance
a laden tree decorated with beautiful flowers
pulled me along a magnificent path.
I couldn’t help but tossed myself under the tree.

I lie on the splendid grass beneath the laden tree
and stared intensely  towards the heavens above me
laden branches juxtaposed against the thrilling
blue sky reminds me that life is beautiful and divine.

Passionate pinkish-hued flowers hanged cheerfully above me
while dozens of bee suck nectar from their nourishing blossom.
I lie very still focusing on the scenery above me
trying to figure out the unknown
so that I can compose a true story of my own.

It was a magical moment all wrapped up in the appealing blue sky
I watched the sun forced its way through the laden branches 
and penetrated my entire face with its glaring ray of light.
Birds lands upon the crammed branches singing melodious tunes 
and a gently wind passed through swiftly scattering petal over me.

Not far from the blossoming tree a naked tree with dry branches 
dressed up in winter boots, encumbered with winter gown
is still feeling the winter punishment from inside out.
beaten and battered red buds lingered on the tip of  dry branches
trying desperately to bloom again.

The laden blossoming tree leaning against the clear blue sky
with its pinkish-hued flowers and gleaming sunlight 
paved the way for a brand new day.
                                                            
                                                                ©2015 Christine Phillips

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