I Shall be Unbound

My first poem

I Shall be Unbound

This is a morning upon a flower has risen,

With fort-vigor and cheerful color

How is it my son, your demeanor sullen,

When there have been days duller?

In the tributary fish are jauntily beaming

Whilst the jovial flower seasons.

Why is it my daughter your frown insists?

With glee about you, occurs reason?

On the face of heaven, eternal  stretching azure

Where sailing birds, sing blissful.

Why is my it love, wallow in melancholy?

Perchance, your one love a fool?

Sitting on a comely branch, a squirrel forages

absent of even the subtlest sound.

What brings forth a tear dearest mother,

To the earth I shall be unbound.