These Stories Of Mine

Sonnet

In the forest silent bloosms grow

Blooming like a star on the dark of night

Reflecting on to a boat that like to row

Cutting through the water without a fight

Praying that each bloosm will grow strong

And will be ready to seize the day

Hoping to always never go wrong

Relaxing in the sun as they may

Wishing that their beauty will never fade

And thought they will the cycle starts again

When the flowers all turn to shade

Acting as though it is like a chain

That will bloom again brighter than the sun

Over and over as if it is fun