Tree of White

My personality is a thousand bright, vibrant colors,

yet I am drawn to the white,

such petal purity quiets me,

embodies the beauty of life,

 

of souls,

 

condensed into a power source so soft,

it entrances me so that I may hear

the universe’s secrets and angel song,

 

and when the sun so celestially infuses it,

all doubt-shadows disperse, leaving me with

 

only the goodness, the best of all of this,

especially the mysteries and yet-to-comes,

and at the core of it,

pure love.

 

Spare me the colorful cut flowers;

take me to a tree of white 
and let me stay for hours...

Poem and images ©LauraDenise