It was like tiny, tiny flowers
decorated the twigs yesterday
become softy buds
enjoying the morning sun
Busy dark clouds in a journey
Travel a fast, maybe a far
Covering the silky fabrics arrangements
in the blue sky
I can hear, rising sea breeze far
Speeding wind come across the land
Bringing down the dark blanket
maybe heavy
Mango buds are hell bent
Being unable to stand the shower
Sad, looking down
Tiny, tiny buds dropped under the tree
The bark, with burls and looking strong
Bearing many branches, twigs and leaves
Is that soft, tiny nice smelling buds heavy?
I don’t know why, but mother nature might…
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