BLOSSOMS OF LIFE

    © by Mary Nida Smith

The little dogwood

Each year blossomed.

Blossoms of hope

sharing with the world

located by a chair

with watchful eyes,

busy controlling a dreamer

behind a window in view.

The dreamer begged to breathe

life into her creations

and the little dogwood

viewed from her window

stood silent, no moisture.

Their pleads fell on deaf ears.

Slowly, the little dogwood died.

The dreamer slowly

closed the door

allowing dreams to fade.

Without nourishment

 and tender care

blossoms of life

withers and painfully dies.