the pencil

A spray of blossoms masquerading as snow
Filled the air
And a log, who long ago had fallen
Fashioned the peculiar shape of a
Crane
Embracing the waters waves

And while the music played
It Echoed The errant strands
Of cardinals Shattering tunes
Mesmerizing and altering

I picked up the pencil
As a gift
To draw a gift
Loving the
Person who
Gave the
Gift

Black lines soon ensued
Portraying a scene
Not littered
By emotion
Chosen by a spirit
Envisioning
What could
be

All art and verbiage are @ olives and you 2009-2012 unless otherwise stated.