The lacquered voice of the Maple Tree runs thick downs its heavy trunk.
Some say it tells stories of peace and time
But as she stands gazing up at its immense branches reaching towards the heaves
she cries
The Tree knows her misery
The Tree knows her misery
"I am an ostrich loving a swan"
says she
The Tree knows her misery.
bowed to the sun
Aged with passing years
Flightless just as she
They share their misery.
Tears of amber and salt
mix as she holds herself to the tree
clinging to life
aching for wings
"Yes", the tree sighs
I know know your misery"
"Not alone"
"Not alone"
"I too have no wings"
Nena
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3 comments:
Hi Nena!
Truly amazing and thoughtful poem!
Best wishes to you!
Keep up your beautiful work!
Good luck!
Thanks for writing this.
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