Cinderella showed up during dusks final fanfare,
Her elegance, blinding,
pure white diamonds drench her figure
glistening in radiant light.
Her unexpected arrival and undeniable flawless beauty is cause for stares,
however in this fairytale,
I and I alone bear witness to this unforgettable scene
and the magnificent site on which my eyes feast is no princess,
but a common tree.
Delicate skinny branches reach for the sky in silent gratitude,
their slight curve creating a crown shaped illusion,
tastefully decorated with the most precious royal gems.
Snow dusts the slender tree from a storm come and gone,
and it melts in graceful drizzles from a long days worth of sun.
As droplets gather at the tip of every branch,
the sun glides perfectly into place,
igniting a dimension of beauty I never knew existed.
Envious are both friend and foe
for they could never live up to this moment.
Commoner at dawn, royalty at dusk,
oh aren’t we all.
The tree is more surprised than any onlooker,
for her whole life has been one of passive behavior and blending in,
never in her windiest dreams did she imagine anything like this.
Her surprise soon turned to pride,
exuding an energy so positive,
all those nearby had no choice but so absorb some it for their own.
I watched in silent awe,
as the world seem to brighten,
suddenly something inside me surged with newfound connection.
As this tree had discovered her hidden beauty,
her secret weapon,
I had discovered mine merely a year ago.
Back when my heart knew something I did not….
Words forcefully scribbled from pen to paper,
it started off like any other school assignment.
We were given a task and expected to complete it.
A picture lay in front of me,
it’s simple details seemed to pull me into another world,
Only just before I got there I was yanked back to reality.
Something was missing.
An incomplete story is bread without butter,
The starting block to something amazing,
but someone first has to realize its true potential.
I wanted, no,
I needed to be that someone.
So I began to write with every ounce of my ever churning imagination.
After a few minutes the plot was getting thick,
and I experienced the best feeling in the world..
When my pencil took control
and I surrendered to its glory.
Just as excited as reading a new found book,
I watched my story unfold through the eyes of a stranger.
I loved every second of it.
When I was done my work was acknowledged,
published was the last thing I had expected,
but surprise can only last so long,
before positivity grows you a smile a mile long.
With it comes a full chested sense of pride
and from that day on,
this discovery has changed my life.
So I look upon this lucky tree with a sense of understanding.
Both of us finally united with the half that makes us whole.
The setting sun about to lay to rest,
we share a loving smile.
While taking a metal picture as to always remember this moment,
I whisper the words,
Goodnight Cinderella,
I am honored to have witnessed your personal triumph and all its splendor,
For this I thank you.
Her elegance, blinding,
pure white diamonds drench her figure
glistening in radiant light.
Her unexpected arrival and undeniable flawless beauty is cause for stares,
however in this fairytale,
I and I alone bear witness to this unforgettable scene
and the magnificent site on which my eyes feast is no princess,
but a common tree.
Delicate skinny branches reach for the sky in silent gratitude,
their slight curve creating a crown shaped illusion,
tastefully decorated with the most precious royal gems.
Snow dusts the slender tree from a storm come and gone,
and it melts in graceful drizzles from a long days worth of sun.
As droplets gather at the tip of every branch,
the sun glides perfectly into place,
igniting a dimension of beauty I never knew existed.
Envious are both friend and foe
for they could never live up to this moment.
Commoner at dawn, royalty at dusk,
oh aren’t we all.
The tree is more surprised than any onlooker,
for her whole life has been one of passive behavior and blending in,
never in her windiest dreams did she imagine anything like this.
Her surprise soon turned to pride,
exuding an energy so positive,
all those nearby had no choice but so absorb some it for their own.
I watched in silent awe,
as the world seem to brighten,
suddenly something inside me surged with newfound connection.
As this tree had discovered her hidden beauty,
her secret weapon,
I had discovered mine merely a year ago.
Back when my heart knew something I did not….
Words forcefully scribbled from pen to paper,
it started off like any other school assignment.
We were given a task and expected to complete it.
A picture lay in front of me,
it’s simple details seemed to pull me into another world,
Only just before I got there I was yanked back to reality.
Something was missing.
An incomplete story is bread without butter,
The starting block to something amazing,
but someone first has to realize its true potential.
I wanted, no,
I needed to be that someone.
So I began to write with every ounce of my ever churning imagination.
After a few minutes the plot was getting thick,
and I experienced the best feeling in the world..
When my pencil took control
and I surrendered to its glory.
Just as excited as reading a new found book,
I watched my story unfold through the eyes of a stranger.
I loved every second of it.
When I was done my work was acknowledged,
published was the last thing I had expected,
but surprise can only last so long,
before positivity grows you a smile a mile long.
With it comes a full chested sense of pride
and from that day on,
this discovery has changed my life.
So I look upon this lucky tree with a sense of understanding.
Both of us finally united with the half that makes us whole.
The setting sun about to lay to rest,
we share a loving smile.
While taking a metal picture as to always remember this moment,
I whisper the words,
Goodnight Cinderella,
I am honored to have witnessed your personal triumph and all its splendor,
For this I thank you.
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