Chloe Hewitt

Raindrops sleeping on a rosebud,
Dew being kissed by the sun.
The whole world is waking,
So, why aren’t you?

Weary traveler,
Thin as a rotting log,
Lying still in the grass,
Eyes empty and hollow.

The doe watches you.
Warily and unsure.
Man is something to be
Feared

But so silent,
Like the forest in winter.
So stiff,
Like the rocks on a cliff face.

What happened to you,
Man of shining armor?
Who struck you from behind?

A friend, no doubt.
Poor fellow,
To be left
To turn to bone.