The Spring Tree Poem by Daryl Agapito

I stood at a familiar place,
underneath a spring tree;
and sat on the cozy sod
that once meant home to me.

I fell hard on my back
as I stared at the bright sky;
and I wonder if I'm worthy,
underneath the tree where I lie.

For the once were mundane fields,
are now bizzare again;
and the flowers blooming about
repelled deceitful men.

Is this the fateful day
that I finally rest and stay,
or could there be another storm
that would again lead me astray?

I stood up again, hopeful,
underneath a spring tree;
and I wait patiently for you
to be with me.