Watchful Bloom

In a forest of sight, where trees bear fruit of eyes, A myriad of gazes watch with silent surprise. The branches stretch, like arms to the sky, As petals of color bloom, and dots dance by. The trees stand tall, with trunks of darkest night, Their limbs outstretched, in a gentle, wistful light. The eyes, like jewels, shine bright and bold, Reflecting the beauty, that the heart doth hold. In this forest of wonder, we find our place, Among the trees, with eyes that see the pace. Of life's unfolding, in every color and hue, A tapestry woven, for me and for you. The artwork whispers secrets, of a world unseen, Where the trees are guardians, of the heart's deep dream. The dots, like stars, twinkle with glee, As the forest comes alive, in harmony.