If I had a seed to plant for each of the days
That I'd have written you but was too afraid
I'd have grown the most beautiful forest
Filled with the lushest of trees
Life so abundant
It would have its own pulse
Beating to the sound of the songs of the birds
Singing the tune of everlasting gratitude
In return for their existence
An existence created entirely for you
In this magical place you and I
Used to call home
But the seeds were not gifted
And all thats left are pages
Of prose that you'll never see
Not because I wouldn't send them
I know they'd fall on blind eyes
The place in your heart
Once reserved for me
Filled with a life
That shrouds your sight
Oh, if I could open your eyes
To the forest I've created
What a beautiful sight you'd see
Maybe it would finally be me