New friends

Walking through the forest falling, I spotted you in the light of the early morning moon. Red of cherries and green of monsoon.

You threw shade and I, words. I wanted nothing of you, than to see you transform - the pink to my springs. Clever, fun and laughs.

Walking through the forest falling, I spotted an orchard I wouldn’t change. I wouldn’t ruffle. Just let me stick around for a while. Autumn passed and spring is here. But we must get through the monsoons; Let’s do it together.