Forget Me Not (poem)

The days passed, a beauty of light, a tangled flower weeping as I tug it out of the dirt,

The whole world an oyster, a brilliant natural feast and dessert,

Oh how the wind caresses me, my hair against my skin,

My fingers slid against a shiny rock, it's colorful kin,

The scent of perfumed floral, a dampness in the leaves,

The solidarity of the branches, as they grow high in the trees,

A firefly dances ahead, just out of my reach.

The soft earth inviting rain, to drench the the higher Leaf

Grasping the fragile stems, a blue 💙 firework 🎆 of forgotten snap shots,

My eyes travel from one to another, all dainty connected azure dots,

My fingers touch the tip of one as I bring it close to my nose,

The sweet scent of beautiful mornings 🌄, and an evening ✨ that comes to a close,

If I strain to remember, those things I must have forgot,

It still washes away like a memory, one I tossed away for naught,

I know in the darkest night, My existence and compassion still survive,

And to forget me, is to never have loved me, I come to have derive,

Forget me not my sweet grounding presence. Forget me not. Tree of Life

For this world 🌎 is ours together, and with growth ✨ we shall be rife.

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