My Season

Dews of diamond falling, love pine whispering Greenish leaves waving, gentle breeze ripples the pond Morning sun showering the kids vitamin Elixir of beauty splashing yet am unripe But its my season!! Seasoning myself yet the aroma goes no where Friends and love ones spreading their scent around town Surviving header to gain more nutrients am suffering With a frail soft voice, am still unripe But its my season Stones and Peebles floating like plane Looking up, left, right, blood of friends splashing like wine Watching love ones slaughtered by monsters for being ripe Tightening my eyes with great phobia, I still living cause am unripe What a scary season My veins secreting heavily, my skin changes rapidly Starring up the isle am the last on the globe As flashy as the sun, my patient transform my pigment With joyful tears I cried out “am ripe” For it is my season.