Sentinels of green, who robbed your colors true?
Charmed I am though, by your new soft silver dew
Shadows unholy, shredded through and through
Disturbing your rest, who beams from above you?
Forward I go, stepping on gossamer hues
Mirrored off of crunching gravel beneath my boot
The canopy ducks its head, and we rendezvous
Off the beaten path, oh hello, I see you
Two fortnights to be whole, you will shift again soon
Wondered I have, if your undoing feels blue
Kinship my soul feels, for it is a bit blue too
Lend me grace enough, to unravel beneath you
Response to Genius in a Bottle Poetry Prompt invitation by Viraji Ogodapola