[media-credit name="Courtesy of Creative Commons" align="alignright" width="300"][/media-credit]An old abandoned tree stands alone in the wind of a storm
Childish leaves rustle around themselves racing to the youthful stream
An insect dives for fun or survival
The mischievous clouds hurry to a destination unknown in their eyes
At day break the forest seems oddly alive
Smacked against the reality of dawn, a ray peers through the world
Slowly embellishing the petals a dew drop falls quickly
The beginning of wants immerses into the brain of society.
*Note: I found this poem from an college English journal of mine. Our professor wanted us to write everyday in it. I found myself writing everyday and even after the class had ended. There are only a few poems in here but I thought this one was worth sharing. The poem is from 1989. I was 19 years old.
Tags: a new beginning, journal writing, poetry, teenage years, writing