Tethered near the ground,
I gaze into years of growth.
Longing to smell the aroma
of its blue wafting moments.
Under dense canopy, resting
patiently in a crown of red.
I sit rapturously with reverie
provoked by mighty mystery.
Soaking in citron sun rays,
leaves breeze beckoned sway.
Eyes taste it for just a moment,
flow resembling past emotions.
