I cling, a jewel on a crown of gold,
The last survivor, summer's tale untold.
My sisters, vibrant, have danced away,
On autumn's breath, to a colder day.
But I won't tremble, though winds may sigh,
My emerald heart with a fire does lie.
I'll pirouette on this fragile bough,
A final flourish, a farewell vow.
For even fading, beauty remains,
A splash of color on frosted plains.
A silent poem, the world to see,
Of life's sweet dance, and eternity.
So watch me twirl, with the sun's last kiss,
A final pirouette, before I'm missed.
A tiny dancer, in nature's grand scheme,
Leaving a whisper, a vibrant dream.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
Comments (1)
This was so wonderfully written! Loved your poem!