The Tree

in their natural turn
the seasons come and go
each spring invigorates me
each autumn eats away a part of me
and i remain rooted deep down into the earth
looking up at the sun hover in the sky

caught in the prison of the earth and the sky
neither free to mingle with the mud
nor allowed to fly
i talk to the travellers
with my breezy lullaby
this is my penance, this is my sacrifice

fear of rejection

a friend mentioned this some days back...the fear of rejection

in these games of heart played blind
there is always a risk of a bad hand
when hopes of a flush give way to a heartache
and u feel that spring is the worst season of them all

but should one for the fear of losing
pack cards and not sit at the table at all?
and give no chance to life to work its miracle
life isn't very fun if one fears living it

admittedly it is stupid to play big hands on every turn
in games of love and war prudence is a valuable asset
for when it comes to playing the play
one must decide when to fold, play small or raise the stakes