Anecdotes and Realizations

  Every time I see a light Passing by Glittering in a park Whenever the wind teases my hair And sits giggling From afar Whenever I see the black sky with a hidden moon When I see the shadow trees Dancing in a trance The lights flicker to a guitar It makes me feel whole The way I do with you We're dancing under the black sky No one there, but you and I

 Look at the purple leaves Its mauve elegance It basks unabashedly in the sun And soaks tenderly in the drops offered In a green forest of tendrils and shrubs It smiles in its violet glory It looks like no other in the garden Yet it attracts much love Through its three pronged branches It shimmers in confidence Its flowers While the rest try to outgrow the other the violet vixen moves comfortably its childishly pink flowers like wealth defined ah to be a purple flower is easy and yet confusing