Poem #7 for Fall, 2015, Creative Writing

                     The Giver

The Giver
The green sits comfortably in its place
Barely a breeze blows by
The ice cream drips beneath the rays
Not a cloud clutters the sky

Rays are fading, a shadowy mask
The air crisp and serene
A crunchy new orange leaf has turned
The world no longer green

A blanket’s drawn, chilling to a freeze
Everything that breathes.
The calm and storm unite as one
Beneath, green rests in peace.

Strangled, suffocating patiently
Until the day it’s freed.
Humbly letting doom dominate
Lifeless green concedes.

Tempers ablaze, the pulse is paralyzed
Breathing beings hide in fleeting heat
Green is hostage, hands tied up
The bondage melts like vanishing sleet

If ever there was a doubt in the faith
That the dead can again come alive,
Take a glimpse at the gentle growth of green
Pushing up the daisies, longing to survive.

A single sweet song carries its report
The growth of green persevering
The melodious music a pleasing promise
The world will carry on breathing.

A feathered creature descends upon
A brown extended arm
A ray beams down in green glory
No longer in captivity, no longer at harm.

Laughing lungs brimming with life
Breathing in the scents once more
A kaleidoscope of dancing colors
Generous green gives joyously as before

                                                 --by Talia Bassali