Echoes heard,
The soft weeping
Of a rooted tree.
Young, fresh, green
And tender.
Stunted, unable to see
The world and run,
To feel the breeze
Under its wings,
Watching the world
Grow smaller and smaller.
No words to say,
No voice to speak.
Echoes heard,
The soft weeping
Of a young tree,
Weak and nimble
Threads of leaves,
Gentle spindly twigs,
Weaving into branches.
Sighs of sadness
Calling out to
Anyone, anything
Listening.
Alone amidst many,
many as alike
But as different.
Alone amidst
Thick trunks of strength,
Unvawering poles of wood.
Wishing to be better,
Wishing to be stronger,
Hopeless about tomorrow.
Echoes heard,
Tainted with green,
For wings and feet,
Claws and teeth.
Standing still,
And painted green.
Of which,
None could be seen.
A plea to sway
Away from its roots.
Springs pass
Into summers.
Thickness that shields
The pain and grief.
Sweet leaves turn
Into maturity.
The soil pulls in
The tree firmer.
Greens start to
Fade into a jaded brown.
The colour of earth and life.
No echoes heard,
Of a growing tree.
Only the wind's whispers
And the rain's kiss.
An echo of a youth,
Barely missed.
Winters and summers
That rule the skies,
Arrive over and over
For a while.
Green, which once ruled
The young sapling,
Washed away into
A hard brown and
Harsher at the scars.
Age and time finds
A tree anew
No more echoes heard,
Of a grown tree,
Bent to nature's command.
Giving to life,
Living as the purest life.
Though rooted,
it's roots long,
Though voiceless,
It's name is not unknown.
Though bound and tied,
It gives and gives,
Till there isn't any
To take and give.
Green no longer envy.
But a picture of relief,
Beauty, love and life.
It was a journey,
Never a strife.
For all who don't want to be what they are made to be, and for time- the ultimate salve and soother, the biggest teacher, a thief and liar.
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Window To The Soul
PoetryWords merely are noises that we make and the sense we find in it. They are a constricted imagery to the river of thoughts, constantly battering the cage which encases them. Words are what we raise ourselves upon and what breaks us, only to make us...
