“There’s so much you wish to do!”
Whispered the languid air of an early summer’s dawn

It caressed my pearly reds,
But when my branches poised for the sky
An ocean of milk drenched the azure canvas,
And the waltzing clouds murmured

Squeezing out every raindrop
That milked the sky of its warmth
I missed out on their sweetness,
And they froze like the hollow asphalt

Autumn crept upon my roots
To sting the innocent bark of my youth,
And sunk it in the swan song of
All my leaves who chanted in yellow gold

The sun raged like a funeral flame
A reminiscence of life and pain
Then drowned behind the haze
Of a civilization stuck in a race

“There was so much that you had to do!”
The dying dusky air coughed through its age,

And what I said was when did it all happen ?