Poetry

I remember your essence

Once,
when I was juvenile,
I stepped into a field of Jasmine:
They blossomed bright white,
an Angelic White.
They glimmered in the sun,
with shades of green surrounding them.
The sky wore blue that day.

There you stood,
beautifully cleansed by the stratosphere, the shade of your body stood out.

A brown colour shimmering with
Insecta as they enjoyed your splendours.
You were robed in chromatic green
It seemed to accentuate your presence
Your roots grew deep within me.

Time blew by,
I returned to see you.
You were surrounded by sprouts
Of baby green and brown,
They were your complete synonyms,
and the Jasmine was no more,
Your essence still standing
Just like I remembered it.

By Silentrex