Flawed
By Zara D
Published 26 September 2022
Warm, bright yellow fills the sky, dry.
Small chirps are carrying the wind.
The shadow stretches across the path
following its graceful movement.
As it softly dances side to side,
its patience never wavers.
Life living in this creation,
a small, vulnerable bud of life.
You smell the faint scent of lingering bark,
the warm, earthy, smell is reassuring.
The tree stands there in silence,
peacefully observing its surroundings.
The soft, smooth tree glides upon your fingertips,
small indents taking shape,
the elaborate, detailed chartreuse leaves fall upon your mind,
leaving a feeling of curiosity and wonder in its wake.
You stumble past it.
Seeing the twisted arms and the imperfect frizzy heads.
Nature is such a flawed thing,
and that’s what makes it perfect.