Simple Complexity

A Simple Complexity

And the lookers leave no care

I find myself alone and empty

They find my truth revolting

But thoughts and feelings have long since passed

My case of beauty molting

And then comes spring and with it strength

Enough to put on a mask

I wait for the lookers again

A long and daunting task

This cycle repeats no breaks or stops

I remain a pretty, empty husk

For which you may enjoy

But winter always comes with dusk

So I must go shed again

My life is like a flower

Now doesn't that sound nice?

My life is like a flower

You never get it twice.

One day there is a difference

A day after darkness falls

When man of age comes to me hence

And sits and stares at the world of grey

He then looks down at me

He smiles and reaches a tender finger

His touch as soft would be

I puff my empty chest out high

Green color flows to my leaves

I try to please him best I can

But he frowns at this and heaves

Contently confused I relax the mask

A twinkle shows in his eye

I sit and watch him gaze unbroken

Understand him I do try

He sits and sits through all the cold

Remains when ice blows swirling so

The snow builds up past his waist

Yet sitting there he does with throe

And soon then Spring returns along with those first lookers

I gather strength to please this man

Who has waited to see me shine

I spread the color through my veins, as best-ly as I can

But when he looks at my beauty now

The twinkle has fleeting gone

The smile is weaker, running dry

But the mask I do keep on

He breathes in, a deep sad sigh

Making his last glance at the trees

With no words spoken from his lips

He stands up and leaves

I pause a moment, rub my eyes, and read again. I reach down and lift the journal gingerly out of Dee's hands. She looks up at me, clearly amused by my reaction.