
I walk in a lonely
dark lane,
I fear the night
Cicadas tease me
with their low hiss.
My home is still far away,
I hit a stone
and my heart freezes
at the sharp sound.
I look around
and fear turns into wonder
as a bud blossoms
into a purple flower.
Bees swarm
around the new-born flower
and I find a place
in a rusty bench.
I don’t want to move
I don’t want to go home
I swap my fear
for joy and wonder,
glued to the mesmerizing
beauty of the night