~Mother Tree Spirit~

the deeper I go, the further I fall
Originally uploaded by fernando [pixelstains].

If spring calls on me
Would the flowers fall?
In its fruiting colors
Embracing delights in me
Whispering farewell to its mother tree
As gentle breeze tickles this tree
It whisks all brittle leaves
At last, long branches have freed
The grips of decayed leaves
Leaving me to wonder
On how courageous this tree
To let go of its leaves
Without shedding a tear
Realty strikes an angle
Pulling strings of my soul
I forget my glee
As the spirit of mother tree
Falls on me
I bite on different reality
Of how nature plays a knife
Dislocating leaves out of its branches
At times without a chance to bid goodbye
In the name of mother tree
I cry for her loss
As I live its pain
That strikes right through my veins
I cry as a tree
Without even a falling tear
Neither a sobbing whimper
Standing through the rain
Standing through the pain

@2007, Nasra Al Adawi

Many thanks to threadlike.blogspot.com for your inspiration
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