today, the sky was blue.
a cerulean blue,
like the veins on his skin,
these twain illuminated by rays of golden sunshine.
here, hands of the woodland stand intertwined,
amid the overgrown weeds and white daisies.

he had come about here before.
most vivid amongst the memories of his,
was a time all so familiar.
before, a single crow had cried,
and sorrow took his heart by its sore grip,
searing said memory stone.

that day, the sky was blue, besides.
however immersed in the lone crows' cry,
the colour of the sky,
does not adhere to the solitary wishes of man.
it does not care for woe,
nor does it, love.

today had been that day.
vaster was the universe than he,
vaster was the endless sky than he,
still, he was vaster than any cry of a crow.
for seeds of hope he holds,
close to his pained heart.

and now, the blue sky melts.
golden sunshine casts to the sky,
liquifying,
as a violet blush seeps through the clouds.
and he sits between the whittled trees and wildflowers,
sowing seeds of faith to the tune of the drowning cries of his crow.

tomorrow, the sky may be blue.
or, perhaps, it will invite greying clouds,
tumble rain over his dark complexion, rumble shouts of the Gods,
no matter the sky, he will ensure his blooming resolve not to wither,
but instead, it will thrive,
as all seedlings must drink from the rain.

hello! thanks for reading.

like I've said before, I'm quite new to poetry and this was one of my first pieces. I don't like so much how it's written but I more so wanted to share it because I like the concepts. if anyone has any thoughts it ideas on how to improve, please let me know!

ruby <3