Apricot Press

Budding cherry blossoms extend their branches
Twisting and turning as its tree forms inside of me
Its last limb reaching out of my mouth marking full growth 

When I open wide, you can see a night sky freckled with stars
Hope being the biggest constellation spelled out between the cirrus that gently                                                        
Moves across the purple hue of my kingdom forming the scent of peace

Coveted by the outstretched fingers that wriggle like meal worms desperately
Wanting to be saved they latch on to my bark as I prepare to soar, but I know
The breeze will not carry those that grip too firmly unlike my roots

Unearthing themselves from the soil ready to be unplanted they are feather like
The waxy tips of the leylandii that used to tower above now brush under my chin as I fly
Exhaling pink petals that leave a trail beneath as my farewell, my beginning