Up and Down

This one is the equivalent of babble – written very quickly whilst very tired.

When she felt down
She needed a happy face
To put her in a better place
But his empathic soul
Fell down with hers
They both ended up
In a place they didn’t want to be

When he felt down
He wanted to see a smile
A cheerful grin to beguile
But her melancholy gaze
Fell blankly upon him
They both ended up
In a place they shouldn’t have been

When she felt down
She needed a pick-me-up
An overflowing cup
Of saccharin sweet nectar
Poured all over her
But she ended up
Bringing him down with her

When they feel down
They need to get a grip
Force the coin to flip
Paint themselves a happy hue
Be the MEs they need to be
To lift themselves up
Find their own space and place

I’m not ready to die

Life, like the seasons, is cyclical;
a circle of growth, life, death and suspension.
Did I mention I’m still growing?
I’m at that mid-point between spring and summer
New buds appear from here and there.
I take care to nourish them; to help them blossom and bloom –
their beauty to share with you… and you.
It won’t be long, and yet too soon, they will wither.
I will drop my guard and fall.
My limbs will start to ache and yet… behold!
Autumnal leaves of red and gold will blanket the forest floor –
crisp for a while; underfoot percussion to our leisurely meanderings
until the rains turn all to molten mush and cold creeps in.
Come! Hither!
Put your arms around me.
Hear how the branches crackle?
How the trunk stiffens; held firm in the shackles of winter?
Blustering winds may rally to tear me apart, but I’m not ready to take my final breath.
Whilst a part of me cannot evade this thing called death, I will rest for a while;
let glistening snowflakes adorn and fire-breasted birds alight.
Offer myself to the elements as I lie dormant… still…beautiful.
Nature will work her magic and I will spring back to life,
to sparkle in my newly sown gown of peridot, emerald and jade.