Tendrils That Twirl Poem by Naveed Akram

The lone tendrils reveal a promising sign,
The presence of the side was apt to wander,
But a lone pair of electrons subsides,
To ignite the atoms of a lonely trend.

They curl and unfurl like winters and summers,
Revelations occur to the profound of the head,
There were still the objects to overwhelm,
Items of clothing began to reside and twist.

We were only hurting and sending the aliens
To their graves of such incomplete pain,
One was giving death to this born in a hour,
The very same time of hours and days.

But then the outline of a shape had to occur,
Plants with tendrils could abstain and occur,
The absence of the hatred saw too many shifts,
Those with memories were to be a twist.