Follow Me
Kylie Kim
I found myself back at the tree.
Looking slightly worn,
Its coarse skin was comforting nonetheless.
A cacophony of forest greens and sunrise glows
Whispered to me melancholic melodies
And I let myself follow the breeze as it tended
Higher and higher- I noticed scents of distant rainfalls,
Pairing seamlessly with the mountains’ howls.
Ones that intertwined faultlessly with familiar foreign cries
And Oh, how it pained me to simply fly by.
But still I pursued, passerines by my side,
Singing softly as if to sympathise.
Then the wind laid momentarily,
– Perhaps it too needed rest-
Atop the unknowing world like a cloak.
Yet I am soon racing past
Prairies and fields and more forests and hills,
With creatures I cannot begin to describe.
It was a prestissimo of witful times,
With shouts and smiles and laughter and cries.
I don’t believe I could ever decipher
Or describe to another the moments I lived-
For each was as similar but distinct
As leaves of a tree, or petals of flowers.
Remember that nature is as mine as yours to reap.
And perhaps when I return to the tree,
It will remain but a familiar, foreign memory.
