Thursday, 13 August 2015

There was once a very young tree
Who had not yet understood
How to grow; but he smelled of fresh leaves
And the insides of his barks had not yet formed
Infinite circles, and the outside felt like
He always wanted a hug;

There was once a young tree
Who was beginning to understand
How to grow, and how it tormented his soul
For the sky called out to him, and so did
The grass, and he wanted to stretch high up
And far and wide; but oh, how that hurt.

There was once a tree learning how to grow
Who kept stretching here and there, and he
Always wanted more leaves on his skin
To look pretty, and deeper roots to never forget
Where he came from, and higher branches
So that he could spend more time with
All the birds he’d admired.

There was once a growing tree, who
Was so scared of getting old,for he feared he
Would no longer be able to do all the things
He was was so sure he could; and his leaves would
Fall, his branches would grow bald, and all the
Skies he had reached would shrink and he’d
Start mixing with the ground, and all the
Ants and termites would invade his skin
And start chewing him away from deep within
And the grip he had made with underground
Like fathers holding their young children
Would start to loosen a bit, and for the
First time in his life he would feel what it’s
Like to be scared that he’ll fall, and all his
Bird friends would have their own children
And move to a new house; and he’d sometimes
Think that maybe the humans too want him out
Of their pretty postcard picture.

1 comment:

  1. beautiful post with full of emotions..
    your most welcome to my blog.