strong roots

The fallen leaves
laced with dreams
sun dried.
the tree of leaves
laced with dreams
war cried.
it
needs water-filled
memories
to blossom.
its love filled soil
never soiled.
but the air
around it
densed.
Maybe
it drank too much
moon shine
or maybe
it just needed space.
to make room for
that rose whose
pedals
never
bled.
-Mr. iO