Sweet scents of morning

A poem

Ishita ๐ŸŒ™
Sep 21, 2021


Photo by Clay Banks on Unsplash

As I walked across the morning waters,
I couldnโ€™t feel more alive
Not for all the things that lied ahead
But for those that passed
Not the ones we chased
But the ones we became.

As the sweet scents wafted in the air
I plucked the ones I felt closest to
Both in past and in present
The ones that tasted the strongest

It wasnโ€™t until Iโ€™d move past
That I realized the trueness
That lurked in light and plight
Just like the moments
That they defined

It wasnโ€™t until their essence ended
That the dawn began
To new life and new adventures
Forever shaped by them.