Little Cocoon

The Roving Fairy by Sherri Dupree

Little Cocoon, little Cocoon
Bound to a tree
Small as can be
Hiding away from the flaming bee

Sleeping soundly
Saving energy
The cocoon cuddles
Holding her body

Intertwined,
Safely in deep thoughts
She daydreams of changing weathers
Fearing the awakening is much to dwell;
Sweeps her back into that little hole

Vistana

Image by Luella

A leaf withers when drought comes;

The ponds left no liquid

Feeding the mammals astray
Swimmers lie welcoming death

The atmosphere is cold
Visions are stoned
Magic is gone
Leaving the gifts hanging

Florence

Could I get this in a box?
Its mellow; I'm aware
Not that I care
I just don't show

Doubt and determined
My minus heart
Its there breathing hard
Will be from these forth