Forest of Mysteries

A forest there lays,
Covered in a cold windy mist,
The trees that grows there are dead old willows,
Yet a few trees cling on to life in the dead land,
The trees filled with bright flowers and leaves enchanting the forest,
A great mystery it is,
Yet the mist hides more mysteries,
In the center of the forest where the mist lays heavily and thick,
And yet the moon pours its light upon it,
Quietly and beautifully a garden grows in it,
Anemones, daisies, blue and white roses bloom,
But in the center of that very garden,
A cherry blossom stands there blooming everyday,
Under the mystic tree,
A man sits below it gazing at the beauty around him,
Everyday he comes and writes about what his mind thinks freely,
Such an enchanting forest it is,
The forest of mysteries...


This poem is actually about myself, the reason I wrote it is because my friend, Amanda Lew suggest to me what I should write about.
I have always think about myself and the reasons why I am here and breathing.
And many a times my friends says I'm crazy , a mystery or hard to understand xD
Purpose of life or destiny whatever you call it, I never did find out about it but it never did stop me to find it as I continue to live on =D.
Thanks Amanda for giving me this idea =)

Right on to the flower meanings in my poem =P
Anemones = Forsaken
Oxeye Daisy = Patience (I didn't wanna use Oxeye in the poem as it will ruin it)
Blue Rose = Mystery
White Rose = Silence
The flowers have many meanings but I will only list what I meant to use here for my poems =)