A Flowers Telling Of Orpheus Poem by Skyler Ryan

A whistle,
A howling,
No,
It's a sound so smooth,
It sends a tingle into my stem through and through.
But where?
Where does this beautifulness come from?
I see man.
Though not like any that I have seen before.
This man looked like a bear on its hind legs.
Strong and fit.
But there was an elegant sound emanating from the block of wood in which he was holding.
This sound was one I have never heard before.
Like the sound of spring,
And the sound of summer.
I loved the sound so much.
It kept pulling me.
Stressing my limbs.
Even plucked my hair.
I knew what I must do.
I give in,
Let the music lift me up from the ground and carry me,
As I looked around I saw my brethren,
Following oh so closely.
Suddenly the music stopped.
The man disappeared.
But where?
Where had my sun and stars gone to?
And so I wait,
Day after day.
Waiting for a man to return.
Waiting…
Waiting…
Waiting….