Olive Tree

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His doe-eyed youth, and his journey towards a blissful home

Is a journey I was on, yet I didn't stay, I only roamed. 

How I wish I was on the full trip, but I was not meant

I roamed in his heart and accidentally left a dent. 


His desire of peace is something I couldn't understand

but roaming in his mind, he taught me, and gave me his hand.

I now recognise, and glad he held me.

but only now, I had to flee.


His happiness and dignity is something I never felt myself

but roaming in his eyes, happiness and dignity, were all I felt.

I'm content with the fact he saw this way and I'm glad I wandered.

but only now, he, will be the only reason I will feel honoured.


His friendship and loyalty, is something I couldn't handle

but roaming in his mouth, all my negative thoughts were cancelled.

He shocks me everyday, with his kindness and love, I am glad I heard.

but only now, whenever I speak a word,

I will think

About my Olive Tree.

And how he spoke.

His words full of peace, happiness, dignity, friendship and loyalty.

I appreciate, the gods giving me the chance to roam on his journey.

Yet I am ungrateful for the depression I have caused.

To my perfect, 

Olive Tree.

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LTS

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