Box Turtle

The strange turtle,

With yellow bright patterns on its shell,

And an orange toned body covered in black markings,

It hides deep in the burrows of the mud,

The mud that lays beneath my feet,

A sigh of relief in the bluster of the mid-day,

A retreat to reptilians of the summer day,

Around this far spread to the woodlands.

The flowers of the bright dreams,

They tend to open their face with sun in spot,

They sang throughout my heart,

To brighten the depth of creators’ art,

The cool breeze in the summer warmth,

It whispered it’s secrets in my ear,

But it spoke those words that I couldn’t hear,

It sprang out and ran away,

Poem on Box Turtle By Sarah Shahzad, June 2022