Thursday, May 29, 2008

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


  1. that may be the way of speaking tree ...and i think that why it is so spiritual

  2. This is lovely! In a breath-taking way..

    I was wondering which of your four blogs I could leave a comment on :) This one was most endearing to me :)